And the wind it whispers, it calls my name, Let us speak of all that’s wild, the untamed, The mountains wrapped in shadow, the ocean’s saint, And we’ll rise like the clouds, and paint a great picture.
- Joni Mitchell
And the wind it whispers, it calls my name, Let us speak of all that’s wild, the untamed, The mountains wrapped in shadow, the ocean’s saint, And we’ll rise like the clouds, and paint a great picture.