The call of a broken heart.

There's a wandering wind blowing into my life again
    Flowing in on the love you send
And I'm wondering when I might see you again, my friend

There's a beckoning sky making me wish that I could fly
    Breaking my heart, I don't know why
And I reckon I'll die if I don't get to dry your eyes

There's a listening moon smiling down on this glistening tune
    Laughing now 'cause he knows that soon
    So blissfully soon

    I'll take your hand, we'll walk in the sand
    I'll touch your face, we'll own this place

There's a wandering wind blowing into my life again
    Flowing in on the love you send
And I'm wondering when I might see you again, my friend