WHEN THE WIND HAS CHANGED IT'S BLOW

When the wind changed its blow,

And the sun shines no more

I recall my one precious vow

And one special time I’d bow

When nothing but;

Memories seems to know

When the wind has changed its blow

How better I’d be with raining tears

While plucking strings sings no more

Nor birds by summer seems to know

The sound that pleases my ears,

My ears have known no fear

Than the fear of thee gone astray

And the wind changed its flow

And the only bread I’ve got

Is to wish you were gone, not

And find the road back home

Lest my heart be gone

Home, to the dudgeon flame of cry

Sorrow knows no blow,

Than the wind that changed its flow

© Robie Nson 2014