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Wind Chris

a hole in my life, eastern wind, Oh running away with my life, eastern wind, Taking the plough from my hands, eastern wind, Taking every bit of my land, eastern wind

Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost, She's been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow, But now she's off and running

The hero says his final goodbyes, and there are tears in my lover's eyes, But it was just a film, make-believe, they all get up and go home, And now

There's a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune, And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon, And the Managing Director

Hollywood is such a dream, And when you're only seventeen, it's wonderful, A movie man said she could be a star, A beauty queen, or a cover girl, She

Bring a bottle of whisky landlord, I want to talk for a while," And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows, Where the traveller goes, a cold wind

Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain Witch and John were at the beer stand gettin' sprung But we got

a hole in my life, eastern wind, Oh running away with my life, eastern wind, Taking the plough from my hands, eastern wind, Taking every bit of my land, eastern wind

the Father?s holy breath Ridin? on a storm with tender fierceness Stirring my soul to holiness Stirring my soul to holiness And like a mighty wind blows