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Quietly
Like the breeze that blows the olive tree
The wind of change has come down from the hills
To lead me home again
Through the last mile of sunshine
As easily
As the moon makes patterns on the lifeless lake
Man grinds the flowers of the field beneath his heels
And you wonder if he feels
Love or even boredom
But, my friend
The wind of change is asking questions
Suddenly
There are now so many giants everywhere
So many men who think
Even God looks small
When they′re walking tall
And the wind of change is trembling
Could it be
That his smile is just another kind of frown
Because he knows the world is finally falling down
And going back to dust?
And if we trust
Those men who trample on the grass
Emptiness is all that we can ask for
(Dadadaaaah…)
Listen and hear
The sound of the dying grass plead
It's pleading for man
And the fool, he won′t understand
But it's too late to change
The wind of change
(Dadadaaaah…)
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Quietly
Like the breeze that blows the olive tree
The wind of change has come down from the hills
To lead me home again
Through the last mile of sunshine
As easily
As the moon makes patterns on the lifeless lake
Man grinds the flowers of the field beneath his heels
And you wonder if he feels
Love or even boredom
But, my friend
The wind of change is asking questions
Suddenly
There are now so many giants everywhere
So many men who think
Even God looks small
When they′re walking tall
And the wind of change is trembling
Could it be
That his smile is just another kind of frown
Because he knows the world is finally falling down
And going back to dust?
And if we trust
Those men who trample on the grass
Emptiness is all that we can ask for
(Dadadaaaah…)
Listen and hear
The sound of the dying grass plead
It's pleading for man
And the fool, he won′t understand
But it's too late to change
The wind of change
(Dadadaaaah…)
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Lyrics:
Quietly
Like the breeze that blows the olive tree
The wind of change has come down from the hills
To lead me home again
Through the last mile of sunshine
As easily
As the moon makes patterns on the lifeless lake
Man grinds the flowers of the field beneath his heels
And you wonder if he feels
Love or even boredom
But, my friend
The wind of change is asking questions
Suddenly
There are now so many giants everywhere
So many men who think
Even God looks small
When they′re walking tall
And the wind of change is trembling
Could it be
That his smile is just another kind of frown
Because he knows the world is finally falling down
And going back to dust?
And if we trust
Those men who trample on the grass
Emptiness is all that we can ask for
(Dadadaaaah…)
Listen and hear
The sound of the dying grass plead
It's pleading for man
And the fool, he won′t understand
But it's too late to change
The wind of change
(Dadadaaaah…)
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