Warm wind coming on the wasteland
Warm wind coming on the wasteland...
You held me through the night
The days were golden in your eyes
Sheltered from the storm
Until I learned to fly
I hear the ancient call
The freedom of my heart and soul
Whispering goodbye,
I turn and face the night, Oh Lord!
Oh! I'm free again to feel the wind
Sweet warm wind on the wasteland
I'm like a wild seed waiting for the rain
To carry me far away from the wasteland...
Warm wind coming on the wasteland
Warm wind coming on the wasteland...
I walk the streets we knew
Sweet memories come breaking through
But deep in my heart
I know that we should part...
Footsteps echo through the door
Such emptiness I never knew before
All across the sky
I hear the word "goodbye", Oh Lord!
compositores da letra: Sally Oldfield,Henry Jackman
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