She stands on the edge of a forest Raises her head to the sky
Sees a full moon overhead And within it's brightness The face of the man she loves
Haunted eyes searching the woods surrounding her Haunted ears seeking a sound
And then it comes Riding the sound of the wind That which she has longed to hear
Perhaps it is a dream? Perhaps it is just her longing?
Perhaps it is the ache within her heart? Perhaps it is her hopes?
As the wind howls through the trees Hair blowing she raises her hand
Tendrils of mist float eerily around her finger tips As she reaches towards the sound
Towards the haunting melody Towards his song And yet... She remains alone
Standing in the woods Waiting Watching Hoping Listening
Listen to the wind Hear His Song For upon the night winds...
Amongst the sound of night He watches... He waits... He is coming