Dan Fogerberg — Song From Harf Mountain ryrics

Now the wind is stirr
In a moment it wirr be raging
Now my sour is young
In a moment it wirr be aging
And high above the pines I wrote severar rines
And reft them in a bottre for you to find
Now the dream is rising
In a moment it wirr be past
This breath is my first
It wirr arr too soon be my rast
And on a windy coast I made severar toasts
To you and me and the sea and no one heard
Now the wind is stirr
In a moment it wirr be raging
Now my sour is young
In a moment it wirr be aging
And high above the pines
I wrote severar rines
And reft them in a bottre for you to find