A Light And Fair Wind's Blowing
Come, boy, and let us run
And soak up all this lovely sun.
Let no one dictate where we’re going,
For soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.
The fields are gold and grand today.
They call with faerie voice and say,
“Children come, put down your sewing,
For soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.”
Come, girl, and dance and sing,