The Aral Sea Southern Winds

Down across the border somewhere bound a southern wind Cold upon the landscape trees that shed their midnight skin Don't bother days the coming of a star and now we rise Feels would fall with winter and a January skies And we wait where the wide would supine with the night on the track Through the train, through the haze on the hills as it fades into black Down a certain highway by the sky like we are led Moon to beg in twilight darkness comes to lay its head To dance among our dreams we will wait to forge in strong Through the city sorrow journey end will soon unfold In the land of the song where we were born by the sand and the sea In your hand on the one who will touch to the fallen tree To the southern winds To the southern winds To the southern winds To the southern winds