In the Company of Birds

Feel the Wind

03:24
Peggy Watson
words/music by David Beldock

Lyrics

So I went to the station, as I told you I might

And I lay down on the floor

Just me and the Haitian, a porter named Dwight

Swore he once was a toreador

 

Now I know I was laughing as I lay there on the floor

Well, maybe once I cried

There at the station, with your train pulling in

And the sun coming up outside

 

            Feel the wind

            When it's moaning so soft and low

            Feel the wind

            Singing wild and high

            Sending my baby home

 

Well, I met your father on a Saturday night

Felt like February in June

He said don't bother, you won't see my daughter tonight

And never will be too soon

 

But everywhere I go and everybody that I meet

It's you who stays on my mind

He and your mother, well they made you

Which proves that it takes all kinds

                                                                                                                       

            Feel the wind

            When it's moaning so soft and low

            Feel the wind

            Singing wild and high

            Sending my baby home

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