A word from the wind at the window pane
the winter’s come to stay awhile
the heart longs for heaven
the heart looks for sun
but this song is sung alone

That’s all right
there’s a sad kind of sweetness in a song
or a sweet kind of sadness
that carries you along
from the best of intentions
that gently go wrong
to saying sorry
as though they owed you something

I was born on a hill
by a stream, in a town
in a country, on an earth
whose sun follows us around
as we spin in our glory
making glorious sounds
that are echoes
of the very first word

And the word on the wind
that awoke me tonight
came to whisper the way
to the day that  I will die
but I couldn’t quite hear it
as hard as I’d try —
maybe trying, I didn’t listen so well

Oh well, here’s an echo:
that’s as good as it gets
and a heart that’s as warm
as the sun as it sets:
it’s a pretty fine color
and the sky that comes next
is a wonder
you really can’t miss.

… here’s a home-brew demo track (all disclaimers apply). I’ll get to a studio one of these days… Meanwhile, “that’s all right”.

Word on the Wind – Mark Schultz

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