An old folk song from another dimension, sung by a ranger and his pet myna, Jester.

In the day when the world was new And the robins all sang with the sweet morning dew The Whispering Breeze came a-calling, a-calling The Whispering Breeze came a-calling to play In the sun-colored locks of the man that she loved, Oh, the wind came to play in the sun-colored locks Of the wonderful man that she loved. In the heat of the midday sun When the air shimmered fair till the sweat chose to run The Whispering Breeze came a-kissing, a-kissing The Whispering Breeze came a-kissing the brow The earth-colored brow of the man that she loved Oh, the wind came to kiss the earth-colored brow Of the wonderful man that she loved. In the cool at the end of day When the sun sank low, and the crickets did play The Whispering Breeze came a-courting, a-courting The Whispering Breeze came a-courting the heart, The flame-colored heart of the man that she loved, Oh, the wind came to court the flame-colored heart Of the wonderful man that she loved. But the evening sun displayed The man that she loved in the arms of a maid And the Whispering Wind came a-moaning, a-moaning The Whispering Wind came a-moaning the loss, The Wind moaned the loss of the man that she loved, Oh, the wind moaned the loss of the flame-colored heart Of the wonderful man that she loved. In the night you can hear her still, Moaning outside every windowsill For the Whispering Winds still a-moaning, a-moaning She calls in the night for the love that she lost The Wind moaned the loss of the man that she loved, Oh, the wind moaned the loss of the flame-colored heart Of the wonderful man that she loved.