Voices on the Wind Voices on Relaxation
WIND DON'T CALL by Dick Bakken In back seat toward Portland after the day at Pacific beaches 5/17/70 The evening brings the wind and wind sprays the rain Ohh evening spins the wind while wind slings the rain West Wind, West Wind, don't call my name White curtains rise rolling as candles stutter cold Ohh lace curtains fly swirling Her candles shudder cold Midnight, Midnight, where does love go A bright stretched quilt stitched to hold me Aie! a wide whistled quilt wrapped to keep me This head, my bed this weight dark sea I never cough a sigh like the rain and the wind Ohh I never cry as high as this rain and West Wind My name, her name. Don't call us again.