It was mornings like these when the breeze whistled through the trees
The fog would hover and the grass would still be wet
I'd put on my rain boots and I'd get dressed
And head down to the barn beside the chicken coop
I'd follow her out of the front door
Down the path through the brushes and past the pond
My sister and I used to catch frogs there
Until the house sold and we had to move on
Now there's a west bound wind
Blowing through the ridge again
Stay in or go outside and wait for it to die
But either way it never ends
We'd then make our way past the dog pen
Through the fields to the stables where the horses lay
Shovel manure, clean their beds
And prepare the feed for the day
A favourite horse was named Frosty
Till Sherri gave birth to a calf named Zareef
I swear I was there to witness the
Birth and share in that incredible memory
Now there's a westbound wind
Going through the ridge again
You can stay in or go outside, and wait for it to die
But either way it never ends
She taught me how ride and used to sing me lullabies
She watched me take my first steps in the kitchen when I was a kid
Those were the early years where we were taught to have no fear
And everything seemed so clear
I'd follow her out the front door
Down the path through the brushes and past the pond
My sister and I used to catch frogs there
Until the house sold and we had to move on
Now there's a westbound wind
Going through the ridge again
You can go in or stay outside, and wait for it to die
But either way it never ends
It never ends
It never ends
It never ends