The winds are calling

I’m sorry but the winds are calling me,

I’m sorry but I have to leave

I’m sorry but my heart is all afire,

I’m sorry but the beast is free

“I know, my darling, but there’s work to do.”

“I know, kind sir, but the little cuckoo—

It’s whispering in my ear,

It says 'Listen to me my dear,

say you’re sorry but the winds are calling you

and the skies their screaming your name

You tell them that the stars elixer brewed,

and they've sent it to fuel the flame.

“So I’m sorry but the ah, the rain is pouring

and my parched soul is supple and light.

The storm is strong and the call is howling,

shattering the windows of my heart,

The world is mine and the stars are shining

daring me to ever make my start

I’m sorry but the faeries are dancing on the vines

asking me to join in their mystic rhyme

I’m sorry but the thunder is ringing in my mind

I cannot stay, now, I must fly.

I must go, away away, where mystery mountains breathe,

I must go away away, to fire and love and dreams.

I must ask the wind once more to take

the reins of my heart

I must follow the distant star

Through mud and brick and tar

Must follow the distant star

Away away on till the day I find myself there,

On the shores of my prayers

So I’m sory but the winds are calling me

I’m sorry but I must leave.

I’m sorry but the skies are all awake

I’m sorry but the beast is free.