| Song | Started As A Whisper |
| Artist | Susan Ashton |
| Album | Angels of Mercy |
| 作曲 : King, Kirkpatrick | |
| She slipped into church | |
| She sat on the back row | |
| 'Cause she thought she'd find a little comfort there. | |
| A mother-to-be | |
| But she was just a child herself | |
| And alone it was an awful lot to bear. | |
| And all she wanted was | |
| A friendly hand to help her thru'. | |
| Looking around | |
| She felt an uneasiness | |
| From the eyes of condemnation staring back. | |
| Cold hellos | |
| Judgemental overtones | |
| As the hope within her heart began to crack. | |
| Faces draped in doubt | |
| Ushering her out. | |
| Chorus: | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Spread into rumor - turned into lies | |
| A blemish in the picture | |
| Upsetting the scene in their eyes | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Subtle remarks of disapproval | |
| Poor little sister | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| But she got the message loud and clear. | |
| She picked up her coat | |
| She fumbled with her dignity | |
| Then she grabbed her pride and headed for the door. | |
| Conclusions were made | |
| Their notions were preconceived | |
| For a reputation she could not restore. | |
| Stealthy is the tongue | |
| Oh, the damage done. | |
| Chorus: | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Spread into rumor - turned into lies | |
| A blemish in the picture | |
| Upsetting the scene in their eyes | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Subtle remarks of disapproval | |
| Poor little sister | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| But she got the message loud and clear. | |
| The chance we have today just | |
| May be gone tomorrow | |
| And when it comes down to the soul | |
| Time may not be borrowed. | |
| Chorus: | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Spread into rumor - turned into lies | |
| A blemish in the picture | |
| Upsetting the scene in their eyes | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Subtle remarks of disapproval | |
| Poor little sister | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| But she got the message loud and clear... |
| zuò qǔ : King, Kirkpatrick | |
| She slipped into church | |
| She sat on the back row | |
| ' Cause she thought she' d find a little comfort there. | |
| A mothertobe | |
| But she was just a child herself | |
| And alone it was an awful lot to bear. | |
| And all she wanted was | |
| A friendly hand to help her thru'. | |
| Looking around | |
| She felt an uneasiness | |
| From the eyes of condemnation staring back. | |
| Cold hellos | |
| Judgemental overtones | |
| As the hope within her heart began to crack. | |
| Faces draped in doubt | |
| Ushering her out. | |
| Chorus: | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Spread into rumor turned into lies | |
| A blemish in the picture | |
| Upsetting the scene in their eyes | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Subtle remarks of disapproval | |
| Poor little sister | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| But she got the message loud and clear. | |
| She picked up her coat | |
| She fumbled with her dignity | |
| Then she grabbed her pride and headed for the door. | |
| Conclusions were made | |
| Their notions were preconceived | |
| For a reputation she could not restore. | |
| Stealthy is the tongue | |
| Oh, the damage done. | |
| Chorus: | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Spread into rumor turned into lies | |
| A blemish in the picture | |
| Upsetting the scene in their eyes | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Subtle remarks of disapproval | |
| Poor little sister | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| But she got the message loud and clear. | |
| The chance we have today just | |
| May be gone tomorrow | |
| And when it comes down to the soul | |
| Time may not be borrowed. | |
| Chorus: | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Spread into rumor turned into lies | |
| A blemish in the picture | |
| Upsetting the scene in their eyes | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| Subtle remarks of disapproval | |
| Poor little sister | |
| It started as a whisper | |
| But she got the message loud and clear... |