The wind is calling through the pines
A voice as old as the mountainside
It carries stories, soft and true
Of dreams once lost, now born anew
Whispers of the wind, they sing to me
Of open skies and endless seas
A gentle song, a guiding hand
The whispers of the wind help me understand
The river flows, a silver line
Through valleys deep, where stars align
Its quiet strength shows me the way
To brighter dawns, to warmer days
Whispers of the wind, they sing to me
Of open skies and endless seas
A gentle song, a guiding hand
The whispers of the wind help me understand
Close your eyes, let the silence grow
Feel the wisdom in its flow
Every leaf, every stone
Carries secrets of the unknown
Whispers of the wind, they sing to me
Of open skies and endless seas
A gentle song, a guiding hand
The whispers of the wind help me understand
As the sun sets low and the shadows blend
The whispers of the wind feel like a friend