Lyrics The Wind - Small Sur

The Wind

I’m watching the river overflow
Through the ditches, small valleys below
Where weeds and trees come to pass
With rocks mud and reeds in its path
The corn’s leaves are slicin' my arms
And it stings with the sweat on the farm
There’s cows rushin' into the yard
Yeah my dad he calls them in from afar
I’m watching the wind grow cold
See the frost on my window
It’s stealing the skin from my bones
Leaving them wanton and brittle
Leaving them wanton and brittle