Have you tried to touch the wind, lad
In your life without a care
Do the easy days of childhood
Bring you dreams beyond compare
Would you like to ride the white clouds
Mount a charger in the sky
Dream a dream of slaying dragons
Drink your well of wonder dry
All too soon you'll grow to manhood
Have imagination scarred
You may find that Life's a labour
Learn that times are often hard
Would you like to touch the wind, lad
Will you find some solace there
Or discover winds, like dreaming
Are just currents in the air
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