Mercy Wind - Tim Hardin

    I have wished upon a star
    Morning star nighttime's gone
    Evening steaming railroad car
    Open door to windy stars
    Cold and curled up men
    Are in a race to the morning
    Is the sun too much to see
    Each of us will always be
    wondering all these things
    Coming up the sun is lonely too
    Warm is fire
    Strong desires my heart
    Mercy in the wind is hidden
    From such men who try again
    Surrending is all do
    Coming up the sun is lonely too

    Marco Giunco
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