Letras
The wind blows soft, it calls me home,
To the land where children roam.
Ireland's breeze, where dreams are sown,
I wander lost, yet not alone.
Hyacinths bloom, memories wake,
The girl they call by the name I take.
The whispers call, I feel the breeze,
In this moment, time will freeze.
In silence, I am lost, yet whole.
The wind has brought me back to my soul.