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TALKING TO THE WIND

I've come here again - talking to the Wind,
watching sunlight dancing on the River.
Some things never change. They still do their thing.
Sailing past tomorrow to forever.
There's a whispering within.
that needs some time for talking to the Wind.

The Wind will bear it on. Then someday a song,
will sing it through the voices of the world.
It's not mine alone. It's something we've all known.
Something Time and Rivers will unfurl.
A song without an end, looking for a friend,
who has the time for talking to the Wind.

(Chorus)
Fly away, bright mystery of Soul !
Fly away and let the song begin.
You will have a distance yet to go,
before some listening heart will let you in,
and find the way for talking to the Wind.

I've come here again - talking to the Wind.
Sun through leaves weaves lace upon the floor.
I hear a bird begin - to sing its song again.
I hear the waves that splash against the shore.
They've caught a melody - and blow it back to me,
the sound of Nature talking to the Wind.

We all have a need, to set our feelings free,
the kind of feelings that we hide within.
It's really everywhere, something we all share.
Come aside and let the flow begin.
Like the River to the Sea, it flows eternally.
It sings when we are talking to the Wind.

(Chorus)
Fly away, bright mystery of Soul !
Fly away and let the song begin.
You will have a distance yet to go,
before some listening heart will let you in,
and find the way for talking to the Wind.


(© 2003 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis)

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