Michael Woodhead

SIGHS OF THE WIND

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2020

Why do men die, and why do they cry
All these are the sighs of the wind
What is our thrill when men we do kill
All these are the sighs of the wind

What makes the land of rocks and of sand
All these are the sighs of the wind
What do we know of each friend and foe
All these are the sighs of the wind

Hastening along, whispering songs in the air
We have done wrong, and for Man we should care

Who recognized the blood-lust in our eyes
Only the sighs of the wind
Who brings tomorrow, and what do we know
All these are the sighs of the wind

Where do we go -- nobody knows
Only the sighs of the wind
What can we do -- I only wish I knew
What are the sighs of the wind

Why do we fear, does nobody here
Know of the sighs of the wind
Can't someone tell that we're in our own hell
On Earth, say the sighs of the wind

Hastening along, whispering songs in the air
We have done wrong, and for Man we should care

Take care of Man and take care of the land
And you will be evermore free
Try not to fall, but put out your all
All this say the sighs of the wind

All this say the sighs of the wind


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