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The Wind in the Trees




And here I am alone once again as this night envelops me

And everything is as it should be; I can hear the wind in the trees.

Yes I can hear the wind in the trees.



Something deeper now moves inside me and I feel it once again.

Yes sometimes joy is nothing more than this:

The ocean and a good friend, yes the ocean and a good friend.


So what is this tale of Icarus who flew too close to the sun?

And fell into the depths of the sea to learn how fire burns,

Yes to learn how fire burns.


Oh what was it that went wrong? You can analyze only for so long.

And soon all returns to what matters most…

Laughter and the smell of rain. Laughter and the smell of rain.


And rainbows come only with rain and in this lies the pot of gold

That with joy also comes pain and that to be young means to grow old.

Yes to be young means to grow old.


And here I am alone once again as this night envelops me

And everything is as it should be, I can hear the wind in the trees.

Yes I can hear the wind in the trees.



Gary Davenport---vocal, acoustic guitar

Shannon Linsea---vocals

Fred Masinter---violin


Recorded at:

Krazy Kat Studio Autumn 1996