Laura Nyro - The Wind

(Wind, wind, blow, wind, wind, blow, wind, wind, blow, wind, wind, blow, wind...)

When the cold summer wind sends a chill down my spine, and I long for my lover deep within,
I know he has gone, but my love lingers on in a dream that the wind blows to me...

I remember the wind, in the cool summer night, as he lay warm and tender in my arms...
(Blow, wind... blow, wind...)

Ooh, ooh, ooh...
Ooh, ooh, ooh...
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, ooh...
Blow, wind...