The wind is blowin hard outside There’s somethin at the door Black cats swingin from balconies Someone’s dyin on the floor
An’ we’re searching for our fathers in the dust Get a hold get a hold get a hold on Flyin over mountains Wave bye bye to the hurricane eye The black ocean surround the fire
Once I loved a woman So the story goes ‘Don’t follow leaders’ he said And still the wind it blows
Wishin for the grassland And sittin on a hill A piece of peace I wish to see Look out the window sill
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