Strange Shadows - Françoise Hardy

From the page in the book that I found

From the sound of a word written down

Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call

Fingers trembling, I read to the end

Then the light seemed to wither and bend

And the words seemed to call, strange shadows fall

Who to run to or who to tell?

Who would listen to me?

Just the sound of a ringing bell and the night running free

Then the wind took the page from my sight

I was left all alone in the night

Where the dew gently falls, strange shadows call

Time will pass but the words they remain

And I dream of them ever again

Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call

Strange shadows, they’re calling, strange shadows calling me to…

Strange shadows, they’re calling, strange shadows calling me to…

Strange shadows, they’re calling, strange shadows calling me to.