Album: Nothing But A Burning Light

Child Of The Wind

I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
I love my sweet woman down to the core.

There's roads, and there's roads
And they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth, and roads of the spirit.
But the best roads of all are the ones that aren't certain,
And one of those is where you'll find me til they drop the great curtain.

Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting,
Brown, green and dry
I'm too old for the term,
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a Child of the Wind
Til the end of my days.

Little round planet in a big Universe,
Sometimes it looks blessed, sometimes it looks cursed.
Depends on what you look at, obviously
Even more it depends on the way that you see.

Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown, green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a Child of the Wind
Til the end of my days.

Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown, green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a Child of the Wind
Til the end of my days.