The Wind and Rain

I walk through the valley of the Thunder Gods
near the foothills of the Catskills
Oh don't you know that I made my lodge
on the banks of the Catskill Creek.

Whoa ho, the wind and the rain
I wash my soul in the wind and the rain
Whoa ho, the wind and the rain
turn, turn, turn to the wind and the rain

I'm walking on the path for I don't know how
and I smudge my flesh with a sage stick
I wade into the fire up at Harry Brown's farm
and then I pray to the wind and the rain

Whoa ho, the wind and the rain
I wash my soul in the wind and the rain
Whoa ho, the wind and the rain
turn, turn, turn to the wind and the rain

The unbearable lightness
of being just who you are
And we're falling through darkness
dancing under the night stars

Whoa ho, the wind and the rain
I wash my soul in the wind and the rain
Whoa ho, the wind and the rain
turn, turn, turn to the wind and the rain

Oh my friend if only you knew
the things that I wanted for though and thee
The time for us has come and gone
given to the wind and the rain