About an hour, hour outside the city
You can start, start to hear the countryside
Sounds nothing like guns, let me tell you son
Sounds just like a beautiful woman crying
Yeah baby if you listen, listen closely
Can't you hear, can't you hear the tears flowing from her eyes
Like a rain it keep on, keep on, keep on blowing
Just blowing, blowing down the mountain side
When she comes to embrace you
Got to heed, heed that call son
If you try to ignore it
Deep down, it's going to burn you up
Life will never ever quite be the same
When you learn to hear the wind call your name
Beck and call to you
And your heart Lord, tells you, the winds speaks the gospel truth
Yes your heart tells you, the winds speaks the gospel truth
