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akasha wind Something’s moving out tonight It sifted through the trees And the last horizon light Down where the creek flows through the fence You can hear it singing in the wire Singing...Akasha Wind Hear the rustling in the trees Ifs thumbing through the documents As it passes down the ridge What it finds, it leaves no clue ‘Cept far a whistling in the flue Singing... Akasha Wind Some say there’s hands in the nignt wind That are reading the forest like braille And every tree is a library ‘Cause every leaf tells a tale There is no scholar like the wind It touches everything it passes And circles’round again Reading history’s relief In every line of every leaf Singing...Akasha Wind From the whisper up high on the white pina To the wires out along the fence row Is an ever unraveling story ‘Cause it’s reading out loud as it goes Something’s moving out tonight It sifted through the trees And the last horizon light Down where the creek flows through the fence You can hear it singing in the wire Singing...Akasha Wind L.J. Booth, Firefly Jar Music (ascap) tuning: standard
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