John Denver - Windsong lyrics

The wind is the hand of our father the sky

The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures

The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly

The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings

Weaver of darkness, bringer of dawn

The wind gives the rain (yes), and builds us a rainbow

The wind is the singer who sang the first song

The wind is a twister of anger and warning

The wind brings the fragrence of freshly mown hay

The wind is the racer and the white stallion running

And the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day

The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons

Thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea

The wind is the taker and giver of mornings

The wind is the symbol of all that is free

So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers

Follow her summons when she calls again

In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you

Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind