The Not So Cold Wind Blows

In the spring, I arrive as a gentle breeze With the summer, I have my moods In the autumn, I am stripping naked the trees With the winter, my heart is an empty room Yes my name is the wind I carry the albatross all of his days Coming and going wherever I please And no one is knowing my ways A song I am singing within the chimes My fingers are strumming the notes in the leaves Caressing the fields of the fully grown wheat As the rolling waves of the anxious sea At times, a victim of slander For showing no mercy to those lost at sea Though I carried their prayers to the heavens high, Their deliverance was not a matter for me Hear my beacon of no return As I howl through the treacherous glen Many press forward in spite of the dead, Yes my name is the wind The careless have cast their fate in my face And with this, the cold wind blows Some I am leading to dreams coming true Others must carry a heavy toll A red balloon rises to make an escape I must cause it to dance and wave a goodbye The child exchanges a tear for a smile For I cannot bear to see innocence cry Yes, my name is the wind