John Denver

The ^D wind is the whisper of our mother the Earth
the wind is the hand of our mother the ^G sky
the wind watches over our struggles and pleasures
the wind is the goodess who first learned to ^D fly ^A7
the ^D wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings
the weaver of darkner the bringer of ^G dawn.
The wind brings the rain then builds us a rainbow
the wind is the singer who sang the first ^C song.
The ^a wind is the twister of ^D anger and warning
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the wind brings the fragnance of freshly mown hay
the ^C wind is the racer and ^D wild stallion running
and the ^C sweet ^G taste ^a of ^G love on a ^D slow ^b summer's ^A day.
The ^D wind knows the songs of our cities and canyons
the thunder of mountain the roar of the ^G sea
the wind is the taker and giver of mornings.
The wind is the symbol of all that is ^D free. ^A7
So ^D welcome the wind and the wisdom it offers
follow her summons when she calls ^G again.
In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you
lift up your voice then and sing with the ^C wind:
^a La la la la la la la ^D la la la la la la
^C dee ^G dee ^a dee dee ^G dee dee dee ^D ooo ^b oo. ^A .. ^{A7 D}