THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND

I can almost see their faces
Floating beyond my mind
Somewhere beyond the sea mist
Just the other side of the wind
Somewhere beyond the sea mist
Just the other side of the wind

Here the painted eland dreams
Footprints across the sky
And the salt-leached light
Oh it teases the mind’s eye
The salt-leached light
It teases the mind’s eye

Hear the sound of salt and silence
Things growing slow
And the rhythm of a rubbing stone
Against the sea’s ebb and flow
And the rhythm of a rubbing stone
Against the sea’s ebb and flow

There’s a white bone taps a taut string
A note that haunts the mind
If you listen you will hear it
Just the other side of the wind
If you listen you will hear it
Just the other side of the wind

Just the other side of the wind
…Just the other side of the wind