WIND IN MY HANDS

In the morning when you've left me I will sing a song
About the day you've found me
When you were more a child than a man
And your soul was like the wind in my hands.

Then one evening I remember and you told me
About your endless longing
And you were less a child than a man
But the child held my soul in his hands.

You told me of your destiny
That evening as we moved to quiet sounds
Touched by the beauty of the rhythms
And the textures that we found.

But with no reasons now you're going like the changing seasons
Walking down the pathway
And the child in you is lost within the man
Who is gone like the wind in my hands.

Ah by the fire this evening to remind me
Of the passion of your loving
So many days so warm and wild
I gave my soul to a child
I gave my love to a man
Who is gone like the wind in my hands.