In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I long to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To take your hand along the sand Would be the sweetest thing Would make me sing Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind
When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind For standing in your heart Is where I want to be and long to be Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind
When sundown pales the sky I want to hide awhile, behind your smile And everywhere I'd look your eyes I'd find For me to love you now Would be the sweetest thing Would make me sing Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I long to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To take your hand along the sand Would be the sweetest thing Would make me sing Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind
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