Bruce Cockburn Child Of The Wind Lyrics

Child Of The Wind Lyrics

I love the pounding of hooves

I love engines that roar

I love the
wild music of waves on the shore

And the spiral perfection of a hawk when
it soars

Love my sweet woman down to the core 



There's roads
and there's roads

And they call, can't you hear it?

Roads of the
earth

And roads of the spirit

The best roads of all

Are the
ones that aren't certain

One of those is where you'll find me

Till
they drop the big curtain 



Hear the wind moan

In the bright
diamond sky

These mountains are waiting

Brown-green and dry

I'm too old for the term

But I'll use it anyway

I'll be a child
of the wind

Till the end of my days 



Little round planet

In a big universe

Sometimes it looks blessed

Sometimes it looks
cursed

Depends on what you look at obviously

But even more it
depends on the way that you see

Hear the wind moan

In the bright
diamond sky

These mountains are waiting

Brown-green and dry

I'm too old for the term

But I'll use it anyway

I'll be a child
of the wind

Till the end of my days