Sally Oldfield - Warm Wind on the Wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland
Warm wind coming on the wasteland

You held me through the night
The days were golden in your eyes
Sheltered from the storm
Until I learned to fly

I hear the ancient call
The freedom of my heart and soul
Whispering goodbye, I turn and face the night, Oh Lord!

Oh! I'm free again to feel the wind
Sweet warm wind on the wasteland
I'm like a wild seed waiting for the rain
To carry me far away from the wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland
Warm wind coming on the wasteland

I walk the streets we knew
Sweet memories come breaking through
But deep in my heart
I know that we should part

Footsteps echo through the door
Such emptiness I never knew before
All across the sky I hear the word "goodbye", Oh Lord!