Tim O'Brien - Wind paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Wind - Tim O'Brien



Wind, wind, clear me out
Pick me up, spin round about
Blow away what's dry and dead
Take me to my cradle bed, oh wind
When the wind blows through my soul
It rips my heart and bores a hole
Sharp icicles made from air
Pierce me through my sleeps nightmare, oh wind
Wind you'll make me crazy yet
My cheeks are red, my face is set
My frown is frozen right in place
A mad soul from the human race, oh wind
Well the wind that comes from years ago
Starts straight up from Mexico
Blowing hot it scolds and scolds
Then whines unhappy in the cold, oh wind
The wind, its fury rips my roof
It does not give an owl's hoot
It takes what gives and leaves the rest
To come again and test and test, oh wind
If it stops, where will I lean
There's nothing left, its laid me clean
This blowing came before my birth
It holds the axis of the earth, oh wind
Oh wind, wind, clear me out
Pick me up, spin round about
Blow away what's dry and dead
Take me to my cradle bed, oh wind



Writer(s): Hal Cannon


Tim O'Brien - Tim O'Brien Band
Album Tim O'Brien Band
date de sortie
15-03-2019




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