Telephone of the Wind [original demo]
A song written by Michael S. McIntyre and Dean Friscic. Vocals by Gugubruce Njobela.
new age
enya
tsunami
japan
sea
grief
loss
telephone
wind phone
Lyrics
For aeons wind and countless waves
have carved this granite cliff.
Your grief has etched upon your face
a look of cast adrift.
You pause in front of some rocky steps
and when you read the sign
a shiver of recognition runs
up and down your spine. It says...
Come to the top and then you will see
how you can connect with eternity.
My phone booth invites you in
to use a telephone of the wind,
of the wind,
of the wind.
The antique phone you take in hand
has no buttons and has no dial.
A note there says it only calls
the one who made you smile.
Your words have reach, they cross the gulf,
and in a way you both unite.
You're thankful to the one who built,
and knew just what to write.
Let your voice be carried away.
Let the wind hear you pray.
There's so much that you'll impart
when you speak with all your heart,
all your heart,
all of your heart...
through a telephone of the wind.