Southern Wind Sway (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust rising where your sandals drag

Two sweet guavas in a linen bag

We left the copper gate swinging wide

Chasing the arc of the morning tide

Pre-Chorus

Heat shimmers up from the canyon floor

Tell me what are we waiting for

Chorus

Move in the southern wind sway

Sun on your shoulders and the salt in your hair

Nothing is heavy when we throw it away

Living in the open air

Caught in that southern wind sway

Verse 2

Cool creek washing all the dust from our knees

Cicadas rattle in the almond trees

You skip a pebble where the minnows run

Drinking the honey of the late-day sun

Pre-Chorus

Heat shimmers up from the canyon floor

Tell me what are we waiting for

Chorus

Move in the southern wind sway

Sun on your shoulders and the salt in your hair

Nothing is heavy when we throw it away

Living in the open air

Caught in that southern wind sway

Bridge

We don’t need a map or a promised land

Everything we are is in an open hand

Let the seasons run, let the river roll

Summer is a rhythm that we carry whole

Chorus

Move in the southern wind sway

Sun on your shoulders and the salt in your hair

Nothing is heavy when we throw it away

Living in the open air

Caught in that southern wind sway