in Sothern California there is a weather condition known as the Santa Ana Winds. Fire wind oh desert wind She was born in a desert breeze And wind
Winds of change blow 'round my door Is this the year I've been waiting for? Worlds in motion endlessly Cosmic ocean flows into my heart Part of me would
Sothern California there is a weather condition known as the Santa Ana Winds. Fire wind oh desert wind She was born in a desert breeze And wind her
Time: 3:13 Mesa Lane Music ASCAP Ron Altbach/Ed Tuleja Winds of change blow 'round my door Is this the year I've been waiting for? Worlds in motion endlessly
Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her
Winds of change keep on blowing, Winds of change keep on blowing, Bob Dylan sang about the winds of change Blowing, it's all blowing, the winds of change
's left of a heartache Runs like rain from my eyes The winds of change Gonna blow it all away Ain't it strange How you won't matter The winds of change
(J. Baez) It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love
sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds
(Ian Tyson) [Chorus:] Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, All those things that don't change, come what may. But our good times
held me in your arms As the winds rushed through the trees You are my child You make my lifetime big and bright You are my child You came like the winds
the winds of change As it turns you upside down As confusing as it seems Keep your head high and your feet on the ground And turn and chase your dreams In the winds
Trendy winds are blowing thru my hair the punk-elite are checking everything I wear I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own
As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through
(Ian Tyson) Four strong winds that blow lonely, Seven seas that run high, All these things that don't change, Come what may. But our good times are all