Wind Chimes
(Wilson/Parks)
Hangin down from my window, those are my
wind chimes. In the late afternoon you're
hung up on windchimes. Though it's hard I try not to look at my wind chimes. Now and then a tear rolls off my cheek. On a warm breeze the little bells, thinklin' wind chimes, close your eyes and lean back, listen to wind chimes. It's so peaceful close to a lullabye. Oh wind chimes, ting a ling. Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tink-l-in.
