The High Wind Songtext

von Brooke Waggoner

Mixing with the birdies on the high wind
Flying like a little sparrow does
The freshest breeze and balmy seas hit us like a dream
Soaring like the cherry trees above
Living like the days have no beginning
Moving through the shoots of green shadows
We sprint across like popinjays piping through the air
The crops and fields are quilted far below
And if I could take it back, I would
The innocence I'll never know again
And if I could take it back, I would
The innocence I'll never know again
Oh yeah, we are all the same, dear
We're wounded but we'll live, we'll live again
Oh yeah, we are all the same, dear
We're wounded but we'll live, we'll live again
Yeah, we're wounded but we'll live, we'll live again
Oh, we're wounded but we'll live, we'll live again
Stop all of your criticizing, baby
Think the thoughts you used to think back then
When opinions were not on your mind, spilling from your tongue
But you were just a sapling on the mend