THE WIND IS CALLING ME
There is a joy and a feeling workin' through my heart
And I know that I must be on my way
Looking down that muddy road, I hear that voice fly by
For my old friend, the wind, is calling me again.
I never had a home I didn't hear his name
Whispering by the maple trees at night,
And the Ponderosa Pine upon ol' Razor Ridge
Sang his song as I hiked along the trail.
There was a time I lived in the city
Spent my days within its concrete walls
But late one night around the fifth of May
I heard the voice of the wayward wind calling me home.
There is a joy and a feeling workin' through my heart
And I know that I must be on my way
Looking down that muddy road, I hear that voice fly by.
Oh, the wind is calling me.
The wind is calling me.
His voice urges me to go.
The wind is calling me.
The wind is calling me.
I am gone.