Lucinda Williams
That whispers in your earThat howls through the winterThat freezes your fingersThat moves through your hairAnd cracks your lipsThat chills you to the boneI envy the wind
I envy the rainThat falls on your faceThat wets your eyelashesand dampens your skinAnd touches your tongueAnd soaks through your shirtAnd drips down your backI envy the rain
I envy the sunThat brightens your summerThat warms your bodyAnd holds you in her heatThat makes your days longerAnd makes you hotAnd makes you sweatI envy the sunI envy the wind, I envy the rain, I envy the sun, I envy the wind
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