I lie silent, my sleep refused   Questions color my mind, cluttered and confused   But somehow   somehow...oh, oh      Ooo, ooo, the wind whispers its secrets to you and you won't      Sway with the trees and feel the warm summer breeze caress each leaf, gently   Night owls call out while willows weep to the sounds of nearby towns   The slightest symphonies sing   and captivate the evening   with most agreeable strings   And when his hands finally meet   his chorus lulls you to sleep   a tiresome melody invites you      Ooo, ooo, the wind whispers its secrets to you and you won't      I lie silent, my sleep refused   Questions color my mind, cluttered and confused   But somehow   somehow...