Gorjana Hagievska
December 23, 2011 near Massillon, OH
I felt like a stranger here
everything I've known just disappeared
into the cold, cold air
but now the weather is fair

I want you to know
I cannot help where the wind blows
and whatever I sing will always be what the wind brings
I want you to know
I cannot help where the wind blows.....

I will be lifted in the morning light
when you come hither
in its spectral white
all is forgiven in this ancient song
and we will follow where our ancients have gone