A whispers sighs through the trees
A song and wail of sadness
A beautiful song of love
Of worship and forgivness
The wind woman has awakened
To sing her song again
To sing it of wondering men
Of brave beasts lost and gone
Of the flowers in the woods
Of tears on a stormy day
The beauty of the eve on may
And the birds wondrous songs
Of where the dead men lay
And stories of war and the lost
Her songs and tales
Old and forgotten
No one left to listen
No one but I
Who writes her tales down
She tells me of times
Of old tales and dreams
Of places never known
Of the places
Where animals run free and wild
She tells of a broken heart
And of a brave courageous martyr
Her spell captures me
Her beauty unquailed
Her Songs long forgotten
Long unheard
Long left alone
Her lonliness captures me
In her spell bound hold
But when I have to go
She cries and whispers
Come back another time
For I shall tell you the tale of the sun
