Ole Blowing Wind

In a land where we walk under tall trees
The wind comes down the valley and dances the leaves
An'I sit as I wonder why the wind won't talk to me
Won't tell me the secrets of how the birds fly free

In our land, we have rivers so wide
And to get to the other shore, well it's such a great divide
In my age, I wonder why the water won't confide
Won't tell me the way the fishes stay alive

Oh there's so much I don't know
From the stories I hear and the whispers of old
Lips that stay shut from being jaded too long
From all the things that we're told and how to belong

As I look at the mountain standing so tall
These hills we die on are defiantly strong
I'm a-wondering why the Earth won't a-give me a call
Won't tell me why we need it to burn it all

Speak of the Devil, we've built a great fire
Those flames we feed like our deepest desires
When I stare in the flames, I see the future transpire
But each time I see our funeral pyre

Oh there's so much I don't know
From the stories I hear and the whispers of old
Lips that stay shut from being jaded too long
From all the things that we're told and how to belong

Ole Blowing Wind
When you reach us, we'll listen, but it don't mean we'll comprehend
The good advice you consistently give
From years long before us, and we begin again

(One more time!)

Ole Blowing Wind
When you reach us, we'll listen, but it don't mean we'll comprehend
The good advice you consistently give
From years long before us, and we begin again
Begin Again
Begin Again
My friend