I hear wind, moving trees
My hand's being sqeezed
Under feet, the steps are cold
My eyes are feeling old
A leaf fell, but didn't land
And the squeeze left my hand
He is in this place
I have his legs near my face
I'm hidden out of sight
I move freely in the night
I hear horses running by
And there's a storm in the sky
Ahhhhhhhhh.........................
Song © 1986 - Happy Rhodes
Music, lyrics, voices, instruments and arrangements - Happy Rhodes
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