Bob Bruno
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You say that once knew for sure
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But now you're walkin' into shore to wonder*
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The more you learn the less you know
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The more you move, the more you go to nowhere*
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You ask a bird as she flies by
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Just where’s she’s at?
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And she says: “Where the wind blows”
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(You) Ask her: By that, what she means?
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She Says : “She Doesn’t Know. . . ”
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But as she flew away, she seemed to say . . .
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. . . The Wind Is . . .
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. . . Love . . . it's the wind
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The wind is my love
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Who knows the wind?
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Where blows my love?
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The wind is my love.
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You say you stagger to your room
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(To) Sleep by day and plot by moon, your conscience plight
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(You) Pack your dreams, you'll move away
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Decide to eat and live by day and leave(s) the night
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(The) City sun blinks in your eyes
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You shade your face and realize, a lonely crowd
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And then at once you feel (this) a smile
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The ice warm air moves by,
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She says the breeze provokes her sigh . . .
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. . . The Wind Is . . .
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. . . Love . . . it's the wind
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The wind is my love
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Who knows the wind?
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Where blows my love?
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The wind is my love.
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You say you found another Spring,
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Another joy, A human Thing, called Lovers
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You play your roles of comedy
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Refreshing well the tragedy you're living
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'Cause love was sure or so you say
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But Like the wind, Love blew away
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(But) and as she left she seemed to say . . .
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. . . The Wind Is . . .
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. . . Love . . . it's the wind
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The wind is my love
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Who knows the wind?
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Where blows my love?
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The wind is my love.
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Wind
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
