WHEN
THE WIND BLOWS
She
paints the wall like her heart black
no
matter what there is no lack
Everybody's
looking at me
says
she with a look of disdain
if
only they would let me be
back
home laid up to nurse her pain
Rejoicing
this side of heaven
when
the wind blows in from the east
eleven
one more than even
the
best that comes out of the west
Sometimes
impossible to face
without
having to break her heart
and
yet sufficient is God's grace
although
she tries to act the part
She
paints the wall like her heart black
no
matter what there is no lack
Everybody's
looking at me
when
the wind blows in from the east
if only they would let me be
the best that comes out of the west
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