Was that you I heard, just a minute ago?
Was that you I saw, walking in the snow?
Was that you I felt, when I breathed in?
Was that you I heard, talking in the wind?
Were you there in my dream last night?
And did I ask you to hold me tight?
What did you say, tell me again?
Was it, "...pay attention now, and listen to the wind."
Will you come again with the rising moon?
And can I ask you not to leave so soon?
Can I ask you still to hold me in...
If I promise to...listen to the wind.
Talking in the Wind
