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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?? goddess) who first learned to fly.

The wind is the (barrier bearer) 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 sang) 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 songs) 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