Wind in Her Hair - Motorama

Oh mother of seas I saw her so long ago

Wind in her hair gold ribbons in hands

I am drunken by wine quite as a child

So close to thee

Wind in her hair gold ribbons in hands

I'm tired and our traveling

Our traveling is over

You are so tired and our traveling

Our traveling is over

I'm sorry for the pain

Inside of forest shades

We saw each other hardly

So sorry for the pain

Stand still in forest shades

We saw each other hardly my dear

Oh mother of trees I saw her so long ago

Wind in her hair gold ribbons in hands

I am drunken by wine quite as a child

So close to thee

Wind in her hair gold ribbons in hands

I'm tired and our traveling

Our traveling is over

You are so tired and our traveling

Our traveling is over

I'm sorry for the pain

Stand still in forest shades

We saw each other hardly

I'm sorry for the pain

Stand still in forest shades

We saw each other hardly my dear hardly my dear

Hardly my dear

Hardly my dear

Hardly my dear

Hardly my dear

Hardly my dear

Hardly my dear

Hardly my dear

Hardly my dear