hang me where the summer breeze
plays soft and low upon my skin
or in the northeast corner cool
where winter winters blow hard
I'll sing out loud or softly mourn
dancing to the fickle touch
the wind's my love he never stays
but comes and goes without a word
come stormy gales or zephyrs fair
he has no voice so I must be
his song for all to hear
but not of snow
the air is clear
no rain in sight
what is this magic
this breeze that teases
hints of spring belie
the dark january days
i spread my fingers wide
catch warmth and wind
flying high above
the groaning days
my silly broken heart
still hopes anew
that in the gloom
a light still shines
this winter sunshine
this longing fierce
for joyful times
for peace on earth
hope against hope
believing is seeing
i turn my face upwards
