Children of the Wind(Harvey-Fowler)2001

the cottonwoods are whispering
old stories once again
the only one 's who listen
are the children of the wind
I'm gonna grow up crazy, if I get the chance
live on Milky moonlight
and a stolen glance

I'll sleep and dream, when the river's ran
and the tall tree's filled the land
the water flowed and the seasons rolled
and the changes just took place
and the children of the wind ran the place

Weeping willows watching
down by the water line
the catfish ran the river
before the peoples time
cotton woods were whispering
to the lazy pine
Just work on getting greener
cause all you got is time

Willow swears that everyday
we are falling falling more behind
Mr. Sycamore he agreed,it's worse than any crime
Moonlight comes but its too late, the dreams already dimmed
the only ones who listen now
are the Children Of the Wind