I see the shadows as they come to welcome the night Dreading the time when I know I must turn out the light Here in the darkness, I’ll lie down to hurt once again From loving a memory whose heart sings the song of the wind
So much like a child, yet so very much of a man He was a drifter and I wasn’t part of his plan He needed me when I met him, so I took him in Not knowing someday he’d follow the song of the wind
The wind sings a moving song of fields that are always green The man who has heard its call can’t leave a thing unseen
If I should see him and he needs the warmth of a friend I’ll try to help him for the short time he will spend I won’t be surprised when I wake and he’s gone once again For he is a dreamer who follows the song of the wind
Yes, he is a dreamer whose heart sings the song of the wind