There goes the wind
Cloyed with the aroma
Of my green countryside
To your land of no love
To sweep you away like
The sea's dancing tide
There goes the wind
With fragrances of fresh
Buds and tall grasses
To fill the hearts of
Your people and kiss
The beautiful lasses
There goes the wind
Whispering a song of love
So touching and sweet
You must come out
To the valleys to feel
And have dancing feet
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