©1985 April F. Masten, All Rights Reserved

Here I sit inside so warm
By a fire growing dim
Through you I might inspire
This glowing flame to revive again

Like the wind in the Spanish moss
Like the wind in the Spanish moss
I’m trailing after you
After you

For a moment in my life
I feel attached to you
Growing closer, hoping in time
You’ll realize the truth, that

Like the wind in the Spanish moss
Like the wind in the Spanish moss
I’m trailing after you
After you

Always chasing
But never capturing
Always waiting
For you to turn and see me

If I’ve found my heart’s desire
Will it be a lasting fire?
Or will moss outside still be
Blowing gently, haunting me

Like the wind in the Spanish moss
Like the wind in the Spanish moss
I’m trailing after you
I’m after you
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