The Wind - Small Sur

I’m watching the river overflow

Through the ditches, small valleys below

Where weeds and trees come to pass

With rocks mud and reeds in its path

The corn’s leaves are slicin' my arms

And it stings with the sweat on the farm

There’s cows rushin' into the yard

Yeah my dad he calls them in from afar

I’m watching the wind grow cold

See the frost on my window

It’s stealing the skin from my bones

Leaving them wanton and brittle

Leaving them wanton and brittle