I follow the wild wind each night in my mind-
I kick off the traces, my freedom to find.
The path of the eagle my heart knows quite well-
But where we are winging I never shall tell.
My refuge is perfect to which I shall flee-
No sorrow, nor heartache it ever shall see.
A home where the loners before me have gone-
Where oneís never lonely, although heís alone.
The croon of the wind in the willows is soft
It buoys my spirit, and keeps it aloft.
It soothes all the sorrow, that Iíve ever borne.
And comforts me gently till coming of morn.
The wild wind is moaning a summons for me-
And bids me to follow, to follow and see-
The place where it leads me, I never shall tell
But after my parting, Ďtis where I shall dwell.
The path of the wild wind is one I must tread-
Though often I find I approach it with dread,,,
Itís dark and foreboding, yet leads me to light-
I know I shall follow that pathway tonight.
I long for the time when I need not return-
And the candle of life I no longer shall burn...
As deathís lonely shadows shall over me creep-
The song of the wild wind shall croon me to sleep.
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