Every time the wind blows it is always pushing over all the
Dustbins on my street, making whirlwinds with the autumn leaves
Every time the wind blows it is always whipping up the
Racing horses of the sea and I watch them running in the deep

When the wind blows
When the wind blows

And every time the wind blows it is always stirring up the thousand
Tiny grains of sand, rolling over over in my hands
And every time the breeze disturbs the tree tops and makes ruffles in my hair
I know the breath of life, the hand of life is everywhere

When the wind blows (it’s always blowing me away)
When the wind blows (it’s always blowing me away)
When the wind blows (it’s always blowing me away)

Every time the wind blows
Every time the wind blows
Every time the wind blows
Every time the wind blows

© Claudia Robin Gunn