Hear The Wind

HEAR THE WIND

Oo oh, hear the wind, how it blows,
How it moans, as it calls to me,
Come and fly with me, and blow high with me,

And I’ll blow all your troubles away,

Oh Hear the wind, how it blows to the mountains, How it blows to the sky,

I feel the wind ’round me brush my cheek, Kiss my lips, touch my eyes.

I look up into Heaven, as the Wind blows by my face, All my cares seem to float o’er the trees with the breeze.

Oo Oh, Hear the Wind, how it blows,
How it moans, as it calls to me, come and fly with me,

And blow high with me, and I’ll blow all your troubles away.

Hear the wind.
Copyright 1967-2014, Wanda West Palmer