I hate the wind- Saturday at 10-06 AM

jaronchilds

O I sing I hate the wind
it keeps me from you
people say I’m no good
how can that be true
and the day is cold
and the leaves have turned
and air is sour
and the grass has burned
a knife that’s looking for a sheath
but finds instead a heart that beats
and the moss is cool
and soft and deep
and the drowsy fern has lost its keep
and the mouth it hangs
and the mind is lost
and the branches wince and yield and toss
and the field’s uncrossed
the field’s uncrossed
a knife that’s looking for a sheath
but finds instead a heart that beats
o I sing I hate the wind
it keeps me from you
if I can’t be by your side
I’ll make this river’s dream come true