Child of the Wind

From Bruce Cockburn (long “o”, silent “c” and “k”).  Lyrics from “Child of the Wind”.  Cockburn’s lyrics (some of them) are so wonderful.  Some of you may be familiar with a tune entitled “Wondering Where The Lions Are”.  That is a Cockburn tune.  Here are some selected lines from “Child of the Wind”.  Hearing him sing it is worth your time:

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Child of the Wind I love the pounding of hooves / I love engines that roar / I love the wild music of waves on the shore

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I love the wild music of waves on the shore / And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars / Love my sweet woman down to the core There’s roads and there’s roads / And they call, can’t you hear it? / Roads of the earth / And roads of the spirit 

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The best roads of all / Are the ones that aren’t certain / One of those is where you’ll find me / Till they drop the big curtain

Hear the wind moan In the bright diamond sky These mountains are waiting Brown-green and dry I’m too old for the term But I’ll use it anyway I’ll be a child of the wind Till the end of my days

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Little round planet In a big universe Sometimes it looks blessed Sometimes it looks cursed Depends on what you look at obviously But even more it depends on the way that you see

Hear the wind moan In the bright diamond sky These mountains are waiting Brown-green and dry I’m too old for the term But I’ll use it anyway I’ll be a child of the wind Till the end of my days

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