In the wind this morning,
Listen, for the songs it brings,
Blowing, gusting rolling,
Freshness over me.
Clearing out the dust webs,
Behind my eyes and ears.
That I may see more clearly,
The songs I am Here to Hear.
In the wind this morning,
Listen, for the songs it brings,
Blowing, gusting rolling,
Freshness over me.
Clearing out the dust webs,
Behind my eyes and ears.
That I may see more clearly,
The songs I am Here to Hear.
