Windsong John Denver
The [D]wind is the whisper of our mother the Earth
the wind is the hand of our mother the [G]sky
the wind watches over our struggles and pleasures
the wind is the goodess who first learned to [D]fly [A7]
the [D]wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings
the weaver of darkner the bringer of [G]dawn.
The wind brings the rain then builds us a rainbow
the wind is the singer who sang the first [C]song.
The [a]wind is the twister of [D]anger and warning
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the wind brings the fragnance of freshly mown hay
the [C]wind is the racer and [D]wild stallion running
and the [C]sweet [G]taste [a]of [G]love on a [D]slow [b]summer's [A]day.
The [D]wind knows the songs of our cities and canyons
the thunder of mountain the roar of the [G]sea
the wind is the taker and giver of mornings.
The wind is the symbol of all that is [D]free.[A7]
So [D]welcome the wind and the wisdom it offers
follow her summons when she calls [G]again.
In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you
lift up your voice then and sing with the [C]wind:
[a]La la la la la la la [D]la la la la la la
[C]dee [G]dee [a]dee dee [G]dee dee dee [D]ooo[b]oo.[A]..[A7] [D]