Dan Fogelberg Gypsy Wind
I still recall the place When I first felt yourgypsy wind Playing on my face That summer's long since gone But gypsy winds have ways of staying on. Voices from our past Still insist on arguing That love will never last And though our hearts may turn It's only when you listen that you learn. And I wonder at the ways The strands of love meander Through our close and distant days The blood of passion plays Burns our thirsty souls And chases reason far away... Far away... And still your gypsy wind Will soothe my soul and call me back again. Growing wise with age We come to see the printing Through the pictures on the page Though something's always lost The gain is always tempered by the cost. And I wonder at the ways The strands of love meander Through our close and distant days The blood of passion plays Burns our thirsty souls And chases reason far away... Far away... And still your gypsy wind Will soothe my soul and call me back again.
