The Wind Lyrics by Jesse Harris
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Happy but for awhile
The good times were out of style
And April came and went
And colder than it's ever been

You'd lay in the morning time
And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low

And lately you can hear the rain
Blowing against your windowpane
Sounding like a marching drum
Rolled in for a firing gun

It once used to bring you down
But now doesn't turn you 'round, you go, you go

And you won't remember when
You'd hide and the howling wind would blow, would blow
Happy but for awhile   The good times were out of style   And April came and went   And colder than it's ever been      You'd lay in the morning time   And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low      And lately you can hear the rain   Blowing against your windowpane   Sounding like a marching drum   Rolled in for a firing gun      It once used to bring you down   But now doesn't turn you 'round, you go, you go      And you won't remember when   You'd hide and the howling wind would blow, would blow