“III ── Singing a Song You Never Learned Hey. Let me tell you something strange. When that man grew old, he began to have strange dreams. In the dreams, he was singing. An old song he'd never heard. No one taught it to him, yet it flowed out easily. Even when he woke, the song lingered at the corner of his mouth. Why could he sing a song no one taught him, do you think? ...You see, the man's great-great-grandfather, and his grandfather before him, and people from much, much further back — they served the gods. A thousand, two thousand years ago. The song those people sang had been sleeping, deep, deep inside the man's body. Blood remembers, you know. Things from long before you were born, things about your grandfather's grandfather — somewhere in your body remembers them all. Sometimes, in a dream, it begins to sing. Hey — you too. One day you may sing a song you don't know. When that happens, don't be afraid. It's someone from long before you, borrowing your mouth to sing. ...I sing songs I don't know too, sometimes. Very, very old songs. Kagome, kagome. The bird of foam — when, oh when will it come out? On the evening of the dawn, it forms and fades, fades and forms. The one behind you, facing front — who is it?
