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Like all things around me
You come and you go, but when you're here your like a red rose in a field of snow
If seeing is believing, I believe I'm home with the fires on the ice, the wind, the snow
Home
Some people will stay here, and others will roam, to postcard countries, far from home
The point is to be free, and feel alive, to be half crazy is wholly alive
Home
To be half crazy is wholly alive
Home
We're the wind, the snow
We're the wind, the snow
Home
Some find their way here, to be left alone, say "I'm just a farmer and I don't need gold"
Just shakes from the cedar, collect what you know
Then go tell your friend about the wind and the snow
Home
We're the wind
We're the wind, the snow, Home



Credits
Writer(s): Marlin Ledin
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