MY NAME IS IN THE WIND

On the hill above the river
I listened for the curlews calling
All I could hear was the wind
I remembered a time long ago
Then I could see you in evenings light
Feeding in the fields
Soon you would be going home
To rest there till the mornings light again began to dawn
I knew not then that all light would go
Be taken from my eyes
Stolen by a dread disease
I too was called home to my rest
I harkened to the call
But something kept me on this earth
And now I search for you
Restless now in sighing wind
My eyes so dark with tears
I hear you not as all light dies
My soul dies too
My name is in the wind