Music Like the Wind - Richard Alan Meyer
There's something stirring me that's in the breeze tonight--
Sometimes I think the mountains know my name.
The whispers in the wind can make me freeze tonight
And call me but they never speak of fame.
I'll wish upon the first star for a seasoned life,
One that lets me know I'm still the same
As anyone who merely needs to rest at night
And leave the other fools to call the names.
[Chorus]
I listen to the nightingale sing.
I listen to the nightingale sing.
I hear a tune like an old sweet song
And I can't think of a sweeter thing.
So distance disappears into appearing night
As sure as I'm alive it will remain,
That on my disappearance I will join the wind
To find another voice that needs to sing.
[Repeat Chorus]
There's something stirring me that's in the breeze tonight--
Sometimes I think the mountains know my name.
The whispers in the wind can make me freeze at night
And music like the wind can fade away.
© 1983 by Richard Alan Meyer