Winds of life  Trad./English lyrics: D. van Altena  Music: R. Hermans

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The grand old mill would turn and turn Round and round a-swayin Stood there proud as he could be Youd see him sweepin and a-playin Playin with the winds of life Hed face every storm and strife He was king in younger days And ruled my fathers low lands Tender years would slip away Each day with the passing of the slow hands Once a fighter strong and bold But now so tired, so hurt, so old And oh the stories he could tell Hed move of pure sensation Was it the old mill his voice Or boys imagination Wish I could travel on the wind To sit back at his feet again Big white clouds a-carryin Love and understanding Drift away towards the sea From where the mill is standing Whos desperately lookin for The winds of life that blow no more

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