Windsong
by John Denver
The wind is the ( ) of our mother the earth. The wind is the ( ) of our father the sky.
The wind watches over our struggles and ( ).
The wind is the ( ) who first learned to fly.
The wind is the ( ) of bad and good tidings, the weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn.
The wind gives the ( ), then builds us a ( ), the wind is the ( ) who ( ) the first song.
The wind is a twister of anger and warming, the wind brings the ( ) of freshly mown hay.
The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running and the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day.
The wind knows the ( ) of cities and canyons, the thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
The wind is the taker and giver of mornings, the wind is the ( ) of all that is free.
So welcome the wind and the ( ) she offers, follow her summons when she calls again.
In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
( ) up your voice then and ( ) with the wind.
