Four Winds Testo

The autumn crows call disaster

The North wind blows so cold
Chilling the warmth of my desire
And the whispered words we know
Tell of a future burned with fire

The music that now fills the street
Falls to the rhythm of marching
I find no comfort here
Not in this Or any other year

The stranger asked me what do you know
And just where are you going I told the truth
I just don't know If you don't mind I'll keep on going