Из альбома: Laurie Lewis & Her Bluegrass Pals

I sit here alone on a hillside
watchin the wind at play
it's blowin the white clouds over head

and my dreams of you away
this mornin I awoke before dawn
and I cried that we had to part
the sun drove darkness from the night
and straight into my heart

Chorus
the wind chases leaves that fall from the trees
and I come here everyday
cause i only feel free from your old memories watchin the
wind at play

at night my room closes around me
my thoughts are all on you
the darkness presses down on me
your face is all i view
and I long to be on that hillside
the air so bright and clear
I long for the wind to sing for me
and drive my lone tear

Chorus

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