How the wind does howl, calling out her name
it beckons through the treetops, she can sense the pain
There's a need that is urgent, as she mounts her horse
she must ride quickly towards the sound of the voice
With horse gallopping swiftly, over hills and plain
for the sound is familiar, it is that of her man
They were deeply in love, another place, another time
he is now calling out for her and to him she must ride
The wind changes direction, she fears she is lost
she must go to her lover, no matter what cost
She listens intently for the sound to return
her heart beating madly, for her lover she yearns
She rides up the mountains and down valleys below
his voice getting closer with each step as she goes
Alone by the ocean, he sits day after day
for his sweet love is now gone, not long since passed away
His heart is now mournful, and oft he does cry
the breeze carrying his anguish, up into the sky
As she continues to ride upon her trusted black steed
to follow the wind and the cries she must heed
~PennyLynne~
