Windsong
by John Denver
The wind is the ( whisper) of our mother the earth. The wind is the ( hand) of our father the sky.
The wind watches over our struggles and (pleasures).
The wind is the (gardons??) who first learned to fly.
The wind is the (barrier ) of bad and good tidings, the weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn.
The wind gives the (rain), then builds us a ( rainbow), the wind is the (singer ) who ( sings) the first song.
The wind is a twister of anger and warming, the wind brings the (fragrance ) of freshly mown hay.
The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running and the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day.
The wind knows the ( sounds) of cities and canyons, the thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
The wind is the taker and giver of mornings, the wind is the ( symbol) of all that is free.
So welcome the wind and the ( wisdom) she offers, follow her summons when she calls again.
In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
( Lift) up your voice then and ( sing) with the wind.
