Lyrics

Soft wind, so hollow, on my shoulders.
Whispers, shadows of a dream.
The roses blooming in December,
Cower beneath the winter scene.

And Father Time continues pressing forward.
Mother Earth shakes her head.
Her eyes once held wide open, are filled with
Pain and fear.
Slowly losing sight of what they hear.

Echoes gently through a canyon.
Fading, got lost beyond the trees.
Thunder, the rain announces her presence.
Passing judgments much stronger than the seas.

And Father Time continues, pressing forward.
Mother Earth, shakes her head.
Her eyes once held wide open, are filled with pain and fear?
Slowly losing sight of what they hear.
And Father Time continues, pressing forward.
Mother Earth shakes her head.
Her eyes once held wide open, are filled with
Pain and fear.
Slowly losing sight of what they hear.