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I watch the wind blow brown leaves to the ground |
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And blow along the sidewalks of this town |
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I can see the wind as it blew her hair time and time again |
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Oh, what I'd give, Lord, to be the wind |
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Oh, what I'd give to be the wind |
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To be free to leave this awful place I'm in |
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It's hopeless 'cause I haven't got a penny or a friend |
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Oh, what I'd give, Lord, to be the wind |
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This same wind tomorrow will be gone |
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To blow across the cotton fields of home |
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It will gently touch the lovely face I long to touch again |
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Oh, what I'd give, Lord, to be the wind |
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Oh, what I'd give to be the wind |
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To be free to leave this awful place I'm in |
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It's hopeless 'cause I haven't got a penny or a friend |
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Oh, what I'd give, Lord, to be the wind |
