The Whispering Wind
When the cool night breeze
Stirs the tops of the trees
And the clouds make a dome
Of the midnight sky
I remember your kiss
And the arms that I miss
Then I gaze into the darkness and sigh
We were young and strong
And whatever came along
We’d win every challenge we’d meet
Then you went away
And I had to stay
And you left me full of defeat
Now my hair’s turning gray
I’m getting older each day
But inside I still feel the same
I remember holding you tight
And I stand in the night
And the wind seems to whisper your name
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