Blow On, Oh Wind

Blow on the winds of sympathy, Blow on the winds of purity, Blows on the wind of years gone by That we could not equate Blow on the dreams our wisdom holds, Blow on our hearts emotions, Blows to us a feeling of the waning hour That we could not imagine Blow through the turn to a morning fair, Blow by the memory of loves departure, Blows on the worth of simple words That our thoughts could not imagine By m.norton