Wild wind, take me home
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To the mists of down below
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I'll be flying come September day
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With no borders in my way
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You'll find me home until the May sun burns
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The heavy mists of down below
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Refrain:
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I see the rivers flooding strong
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And people wishing they belonged
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Free for anywhere they want to go
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When they pray they can look to the sky
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And they'd see me as I pass by
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Heading to the mists of down below
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Without fields ripe from rain
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There is no way to feed my pain
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Until I fly to mists of down below
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But down below is not my fate
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There is no land from where I came
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Not even mists of old Mexico
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Refrain
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So I looked hard at reasons for
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The drifters going door to door
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Dreaming of the mists of down below
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But I'm sure they'd go anywhere they could
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If wings became their neighborhoods
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And there'd be nowhere they wouldn't know
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Mists of Down Below/Meghan Hayden's
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| The Duhks |
