Days are gone, those cold days are gone. The world is not the same. It wasn't easy, they fought all along, Oh really those were mental days.
Days are young, the new days are young, The road goes ever on. From the door it began, follow it if you can. Who knows where it will end.
On these windy days The sun in the plashes Calls us outside And moon guides us home. On these windy days The sun on the rooftops Shows us the sign - There's always hope On these windy days.
Western winds, the new western winds They blow and bring a shift. The spirits go lighter, the blood flows with ease And sanity shows truthful ways.
Winds will blow, the new winds will blow. The free air in your hair. Days may once go away, but in fact they will stay And will return again.
0n these windy days...
I count my steps to five - One and two and three, four, five. Then go up to ten - Six and seven, eight, nine, ten.