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Bruce Cockburn – Child Of The Wind lyrics
I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
I love my sweet woman down to the core
Well there's roads and there's roads
And they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth, and roads of the sprit
Best roads of all
Are the ones that aren't certain
One of those is where you'll find me
Till they drop the big curtain
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting, brown green and dry
I'm too old for the term, but I'll use it anyways,
I'll be a child of the wind till the end of my days
Little round planet In a big universe
Sometimes it looks blessed, sometimes it looks cursed
Depends on what you look at, obviously
But even more it depends on the way that you see
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting, brown green and dry
I'm too old for the term, but I'll use it anyways,
I'll be a child of the wind till the end of my days
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
I love my sweet woman down to the core
Well there's roads and there's roads
And they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth, and roads of the sprit
Best roads of all
Are the ones that aren't certain
One of those is where you'll find me
Till they drop the big curtain
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting, brown green and dry
I'm too old for the term, but I'll use it anyways,
I'll be a child of the wind till the end of my days
Little round planet In a big universe
Sometimes it looks blessed, sometimes it looks cursed
Depends on what you look at, obviously
But even more it depends on the way that you see
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting, brown green and dry
I'm too old for the term, but I'll use it anyways,
I'll be a child of the wind till the end of my days
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