My daughter learned this version.... On acoustic guitar...
WindyGo

My home way up in the north they say
Where hunters may die all alone
Red man has told of the legends so old
of death, whose sound is a moan

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I fly where the forest meets the sky
I chase the northern winds as I go
My feet are on fire, I run and I cry
And my name it is WindyGo

White flakes and the trees in the cold moonlight
It's a sound so lonesome and low
Is it a cry or the wind in the night
WindyGo, WindyGo

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Wherever I go the prints of my feet
Burn through ice and through snow
The hunter who sees looks above in the trees
Its the mark, of the Windy Go

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