The wind Carrying the ghosts of every word spoken Unheard messages From beyond the fields we know Intimate with fern, stems and stone Causing sighing trees To overlay mosaics of trembling leaves And bending in the breeze Drawing moisture from rain soaked moss And lichen armored wooden cathedrals Howling over mountains Racing over rivers Idling on becalmed seas Flickering ripples on rain soaked pools Sun dappled glittering vibrations Spreading to arcane wisdom Forever whirling mysteries Causing stems to bend Perfumed flowers in the air The wind is with us The wind is listening to our conversation The wind travels round and round It listens it hears It breathes it understands You cannot escape From the listening wind in this world The age of innocence is upon us The age of innocence is upon us The age of innocence is upon us It echoes in the wind It echoes in the wind The age of innocence is upon us The age of innocence is upon usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
