Santa Ana Winds
Strange things can happen when Santa Ana winds blow.
They can take you to places and people you know .
They blow into your dreams and into your mind.
Sometimes they blow cruel, Sometimes they blow kind.
The night wind is whistling as it blows through the trees
Deep in my slumber my love whispers my name.
Come back to me my lover hold me once again.
I fly from my body into the wild rain
Over the treetops and down to the sea.
I follow the pathway to a church steeple I see.
The moon is a candle the storm is my light.
I see my angel ahead in the night.
She floats into my spirit and we become one.
Above the wild foam we embrace and soar.
I hold onto my angel I am alone no more.
The storm it crescendos the gods shout and roar.
She reaches for me and touches my tears
The winds blow away the lost years.
Come with my lover come with me back home.
I reach to kiss her but my lips touch granite stone
Her name is engraved in letters of gold
My angel has gone no more to grow old.
Strange things they happen when Santa Ana winds blow.
They bring you to places and people you know.
They play with your dreams and enter your mind
Sometimes they blow cruel and not kind.
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