Take a breath

Walk alone for miles

Drive until the road leads you to the sea

Hours run through your lifeline, something rugged and fair;

You see the end, it’s coming, in a short while you’ll be there

Return through the midlands

You find the crops are gone;

Winter came in, and stole them again

If only there were hills to comfort these lonesome fields;

Skeleton trees are the only friends of thеse flat dead lands

In the fadе of the evening

The fields look gray as ashes

A golden stalk cannot be found;

The sun is falling down

Split the day from the night

With the dwindling of Red Light

The Lady comforts me as I mull over my time;

In the times of the saints, in the casting of Red rays

Every night I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways

Split the day from the night

With the dwindling of Red Light

The Lady comforts me as I mull over my time;

In the times of the saints, for the casting of Red rays

Every night, I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways

Every night, I fall in love; every night, I fall in love

Every night, I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways

Every night, I fall in love; every night, I fall in love

Every night, I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways