Where the Wind Carries

-----------------------------LYRICS ---------------------------- Late autumn light on a vast afternoon, Golden rays dancing before winter comes soon. Yellow leaves clinging to hills rolling wide, Where the chill of the season and warmth still collide. And a river of birds in a sky clear and deep, Bathing in sunlight before winter’s sleep. A final farewell to the trees on the hill, As wings catch the wind and the valley grows still. The trees wear their yellow like crowns of the sun, Before the long season of silence has spun. Unreal and majestic, this afternoon glow, A crown of bright amber on top of the snow. They glide through the azure, so weightless and free, Chasing each other where open winds be. Turning and wheeling, in dance on the wing, Catching the warmth that the afternoon brings, Before they depart for the south far away, Leaving the valley to welcome the grey. And a river of birds in a sky clear and deep, Bathing in sunlight before winter’s sleep. A final farewell to the trees on the hill, As wings catch the wind and the valley grows still. Flying away to the south, far and warm... Leaving the prairie to winter's first storm. By GRACE RIVER