The Wind - Jesse Harris

Happy but for awhile

The good times were out of style

And April came and went

And colder than it’s ever been

You’d lay in the morning time

And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low

And lately you can hear the rain

Blowing against your windowpane

Sounding like a marching drum

Rolled in for a firing gun

It once used to bring you down

But now doesn’t turn you 'round, you go, you go

And you won’t remember when

You’d hide and the howling wind would blow, would blow