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