Geva Alon I Wonder If She's Fine
when the winter rains wash through me
you know i'm still on my way
and then summer leaves me in ruins
and no words are left unsaid
i wonder if she's fine
down in the corner of my mind
i wonder if
i wonder if
i wonder if she's fine
like the fields that are left with nothing
but crying out for the floods
i am emptied with just a fragment
of one solid train of thought
i wonder if she's fine
down in the corner of my mind
i wonder if
i wonder if
i wonder if she's fine
and she answers in the wind
hiding in the pine trees' green
She's always there to lead me through the haze
is it easier to go on when you know the way?
