Sight of the Wind Lyrics
| Song | Sight of the Wind |
| Artist | Robert Wyatt |
| Album | Dondestan (Revisited) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Benge, Wyatt | |
| We could hear it | |
| before the shutters were open, | |
| the wind on the beach. | |
| Then we found miniature sand dunes | |
| on the concrete of the balcony | |
| and a dead leaf zig-zagging, | |
| scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit | |
| before hitching a ride on a frisky gust. | |
| A plastic bag caught by a rail | |
| rearing to go, in such a flap | |
| we set it free | |
| to join a page of last week's news | |
| racing high above the undulating beach, | |
| and the invisible flying sand | |
| casting a fast moving shadow | |
| stroking the beach clean. | |
| Yesterday's footprints vanished, | |
| replaced by smooth rippling wave formations, | |
| a copy of the sea. | |
| No one walking, | |
| not even the dogs. | |
| A day for the rubbish to dance. |
| zuo ci : Benge, Wyatt | |
| We could hear it | |
| before the shutters were open, | |
| the wind on the beach. | |
| Then we found miniature sand dunes | |
| on the concrete of the balcony | |
| and a dead leaf zigzagging, | |
| scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit | |
| before hitching a ride on a frisky gust. | |
| A plastic bag caught by a rail | |
| rearing to go, in such a flap | |
| we set it free | |
| to join a page of last week' s news | |
| racing high above the undulating beach, | |
| and the invisible flying sand | |
| casting a fast moving shadow | |
| stroking the beach clean. | |
| Yesterday' s footprints vanished, | |
| replaced by smooth rippling wave formations, | |
| a copy of the sea. | |
| No one walking, | |
| not even the dogs. | |
| A day for the rubbish to dance. |
| zuò cí : Benge, Wyatt | |
| We could hear it | |
| before the shutters were open, | |
| the wind on the beach. | |
| Then we found miniature sand dunes | |
| on the concrete of the balcony | |
| and a dead leaf zigzagging, | |
| scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit | |
| before hitching a ride on a frisky gust. | |
| A plastic bag caught by a rail | |
| rearing to go, in such a flap | |
| we set it free | |
| to join a page of last week' s news | |
| racing high above the undulating beach, | |
| and the invisible flying sand | |
| casting a fast moving shadow | |
| stroking the beach clean. | |
| Yesterday' s footprints vanished, | |
| replaced by smooth rippling wave formations, | |
| a copy of the sea. | |
| No one walking, | |
| not even the dogs. | |
| A day for the rubbish to dance. |
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