THE BRIGHT BRIGHT WIND

She stands at the crossroads of an empty town
There’s a road leads up and a road leads down
And the dust at her feet, is it white chalk or snow?
There’s no one to tell her which way to go?

The chalk white road is a love affair
Snow on her finger tips
Bright, bright wind
In her hair

There’s nobody lives in that empty town
There’s no-one knows what brought it down
And the dust on the road – is it chalk or snow?
There’s no knowing which way she’ll go

The chalk white road is a love affair
Snow on her finger tips
Bright, bright wind
In her hair
Oh the bright, bright wind
Oh the bright, bright wind
Bright, bright wind
In her hair

A child is running down a chalk white lane
And the lights of the town are bright again
And she sings as she runs and her feet are bare
Her white dress billows and the wind blows her hair

The chalk white road is a love affair
Snow on her finger tips
The bright, bright wind
In her hair
Oh the bright, bright wind
Oh the bright, bright wind
Bright, bright wind
In her hair