Sometimes wind moves in secret br Like a lover or a moon br Sometimes a board will answer br Or a shutter or a loon br Sometimes wind answers itself br Like a woman at the mirror br And sometimes no one's present br Or unwilling to hear br br Wind moans over graveyards br As if weeping for the dead br Wind howls at the windows br Like it wants you, in your bed br Wind steals kites of children br Without making any sound br And wind tears off your head scarf br But lifts hair, like a crown br br Wind sighs round a lighthouse br Like a sailor blown off course br Wind whispers in the rigging br Like a breeze has lost its voice br Wind dies in the harbor br When the moon is sailing high br But wind sings before morning br When the twilight blush is nighbr br Patti Mastermanbr br