Child Of The Wind - Bruce Cockburn

    I love the pounding of hooves
    I love engines that roar
    I love the wild music of waves on the shore
    And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
    Love my sweet woman down to the core

    There's roads and there's roads
    And they call, can't you hear it?
    Roads of the earth
    And roads of the spirit
    The best roads of all
    Are the ones that aren't certain
    One of those is where you'll find me
    Till they drop the big curtain

    Hear the wind moan
    In the bright diamond sky
    These mountains are waiting
    Brown-green and dry
    I'm too old for the term
    But I'll use it anyway
    I'll be a child of the wind
    Till the end of my days

    Little round planet
    In a big universe
    Sometimes it looks blessed
    Sometimes it looks cursed
    Depends on what you look at obviously
    But even more it depends on the way that you see


    (Tucson,  December 24, 1989)


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