
BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM
THE WIND WHISPERS
IN THE TREES
THE LEAVES
RUSTLE THEIR REPLIES
THE PIED PIPER WIND
SPINS STORIES
TELLING TEMPTING LIES
COME FLY AWAY
COME FLY AWAY
UPON MY GENTLE BREEZE
LEAVE THE TREES
COME BE WITH ME
FAR, FAR FROM EARTHBOUND TREES
COME BE WITH ME
COME DREAM WITH ME
COME LOOK AT ALL YOU’LL SEE
DRIFTING ON A GENTLE BREEZE
IF YOU’LL COME WITH ME
THE WIND WHISPERS
TO THE LEAVES
AND THEY BELIEVE
BUT THE AUTUMN WIND LIES
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