The wind may be beautiful, my dear
I know that her voice is sweet, my dear,
But movement is not always forward and freedom itself can enslave
The wind may be beautiful my dear
Each dawn she brings you to new landscapes,
But some flowers only grow if you're still
And dawn here deepens each time you view it
I know that she's beautiful my dear,
That newness can have the brightest glimmer,
But some things only shine with time,
As we're rubbed bright by longevity
She shows you new mysteries each dawn and each night
She takes you from the pain that comes with time in one place,
But pain can be beautiful my dear
Roots that are deep do not fear winter and spring has more joy when you've felt the remnants of cold sorrows melt
The wind may beautiful my dear
I know that her voice is sweet my dear,
But you will grow old with her,
You will go far, far away from what's beautiful, my dear before it can be beautiful, my dear
Someday you'll wake up and wonder who you are for no one will know you long enough to sing your song back when you've lost the tune