I asked GrandMom Fowler what she wanted me to write a song about. She said: "the breeze thru the trees' no doubt trying to make it easier for me. I think she had something more like that Wipporwill song in mind but this is the story that came to me in song.
Lyrics
with the wind
everyone
is up and gone
every one is up
and gone away
gone
astray
clouds roll in
as we look out onto
a town where
people use to live
use to
give every thing they
had in store
a second thought
and questioned what was right
just thought
they might
now the tree’s
just hold the breeze where
childrens laughter use to
mingle in with
the wind
Moptzar
