The wind is a prince of the earth
The season is his noble steed
It's him taking life, giving birth
Performing his global deed
And he comes around in the morning
To cool off the warm afternoon
Gently caressing the evening
Howling at the sign of the moon
High mountain crevices guide him
Above wandering people blow
With no one but coldness beside him
Goes places where no man will go
He's just out a'sailing
Upon a sea of land
He's just out a'whaling
To capture the mind of man
He comes around in the morning
To cool off the warm after noon
Gently caressing the evening
Howling at the sign of the moon
The wind is a prince of the earth
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