Windmills

With the wind runs a sorrowful wanderer

With the wanderer walks a westerly breeze

With this breeze comes cold songs in our skies

And the towering windmills must hear the wind's whistling cries

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This painting can change in the flash of a teardrop

This painting can be what the wind wills it to be

This painting may lose all it's form and it's shape

Yet it's the windmills who'll notice the drape of its cape

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These orbs in our sky will fall down and rise up

But the winds of the seas don't drink the same cup

They sing their sweet song whilst the moon shines its light

And they wistfully wander when the sun shows its might

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Their songs are as sweet as the warm glows of June

And their form is as soft as a old womans tune

Their wishes may be the most honest of all

But the windmills must hear the winds wandering call

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To know of the twists of a wandering wind

Is to know the true essence of the one we call Him

And to feel his breath upon your sweet face 

Is to uncover the truth about our time and our space

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The winds of change will die down almost soon

And the silence of the night will rule with the moon

Yet the shifts of the breeze will linger in sight

Until the dawn of the day shines golden and bright

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These words are just a cover of a heartbeat for you

This song is a dream of a love broke in two

But a love that is lost is a love at least had

And to have loved one like you makes my heart more than sad

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HJCS

Train from Edinburgh to Manchester

Sunday 4 Decemer 2011

2:30pm