I'm sorry - this isn't much...

Whichever way the wind blows
I will follow after
Through dark night, starlight
To golden springtime laughter
I'll follow through the wheat fields
In the whispering peace of fall
When winter whispers softly
And autumn heeds the call

You, who danced upon the earth
And felt wealthy from your giving
You, who held onto a dream
That helped you keep on living
You, who kept a song of hope
Stronger than the fear
The wind now sings it high and strong
For all of us to hear...