I can hear the whispering of the wind ,it's calling my heart not even by name ,
When are you coming home , I miss you so much , you forgot to phone and you
Lost your way home but I hear you whispering in the wind .
Sometimes I hear laughter , sometimes songs , it always tells me you're longing for home . At times it screams a long wailing cry , chilling sadness goes up my spine , The wind is always telling me of you , of how much you're yearning too ,
I stand by the clift and close my eyes , the wind is giving a close felt sigh.
You wrap me in coolness on a hot summers eve , caressing me gently with a sweet loving breeze . I spread out my arms to catch it all , wishing I could fly and not fall.
I hear you whispering in the wind .... Come home !