| Mist
on the Wind The last golden flower now falls Falls - falls To the sorrowful ground. The last silver teardrop now falls Falls - falls On the freshly dug mound. My heart cries out to the wind Wind - wind For my friend is now gone. But no sobs do I cry to the wind Wind - wind For then soft comes a song. Echoing trees around me, alone, I watch o'er the rest of my friend. Mist on the wind, your howling retreats. I fear not the mist on the wind. A fire inside me now burns Burns - burns Bringing light in the glade. My friend's gentle singing so burns Burns - burns In my memory's shade. When I am gone from this world, you must know: Go on without me, my friend. Mist on the wind does not hold you, as I. Keep not the mist on the wind. I reach up my hand to the sun Sun - sun And a shadow does lift from my eyes. I can live again under the sun Sun - sun Undaunted by memory's cries, Dew on the trees around me shines new I watch o'er the rest of my friend. Mist on the wind clears away for the day, So I heed not the mist on the wind... Heed not the mist on the wind... |