In my dreams I am the wind,
Gliding in between the trees,
And over the highest mountains.
I hear every whisper,
Released from every hungry mouth,
And I catch them.
I carry these whispers with me,
And I use them so that I too can speak.
And through my travels,
People hear the animals and call it wind.
In my dreams I am the wind,
Gliding in between the trees,
And over the highest mountains.
I hear every whisper,
Released from every hungry mouth,
And I catch them.
I carry these whispers with me,
And I use them so that I too can speak.
And through my travels,
People hear the animals and call it wind.