I can hear the wind mate with the willow tree,
I can hear their sighing in the night
And I have loved your dusky face
And softly touched you in my dreams
On every mountain road and flowered meadow…
Where the wild geese fly, they’re honkin’ in the night
As the candles sputter into darkness
I will hunger for your kiss, throughout all the wilderness
And yet the frost upon my lips is all the touching I have known—
the wanderer, the winding road- Lord
the fleeting song of home
The wanderer, girl -the winding road
With that fleeting song of home
Evening draws a shawl down on the day,
As breezes fresh with cut-grass scent float o'er the road
I am just a shadow in this forest full of longing
And there's only mist for painting
in where the good road lies
But as I walk this starry path I know
That I will never ever be a stranger
No I will never ever be a stranger
WOLF TRACKS SUBSTACK FELICES
GRACIAS