Waves of small leaves caressed my hands
Aided by the restless air that ruled these lands
So I greeted the Wind, once again
As I walked into the forest with an old friend
Black logs filled the horizon
The witnesses of a long forgotten past
Now crutches to hold me through my path
That grew darker at each trembling step
Can you hear the Wind mourning?
He sings songs in past tense
Can you hear the Wind roaring?
He will make you confess
No one knew that the Wind was there
No one knew that the Wind was there
Can you hear the Wind mourning?
He sings songs in past tense
Can you hear the Wind roaring?
He will make you confess
Dried trees circled a glade
Filled with the purest white grass
Leaves swirled to cast a shade
Contoured by morning light
Poured directly from the sun
Embracing my solitude as a motherly rite
No one knew that the Wind was there
Feeding the Boy with bursts from the tallest trees
No one knew that the Wind was there
Fierce, loud and confident by his wisdom