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The Wind is a Wicked Whistler
©Jeffrey C. Ashbaker 10/2014
She was a good girl and she always called her mother
Her father was a drifter; all he left her was his name
And she kept talking 'bout the sister and the brother
How no one ever loved them, no one cared what they became
But I could hear her when she talked all through the night
To the imaginary people in her life
Me and my friends, we used to play down by the river
Where the nighttime comes so quickly and the darkness never ends
I watched her dance there, in the moonlight, no one with her
Calling out to something, then she'd answer back again
She was an iridescent figure in the dark
But when she smiled at me, her sorrow pierced my heart
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Oh, the wind is a wicked whistler
Still somehow, I've heard it all
Some folks swear, I pushed my sister
Off the falls
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It's been a long time since I played down by the water
But even now I think I see her, in my dream, she re-occurs
Some might say, she's the spitting image of my daughter
And if you ask me for the truth, well, I can't tell you that for sure
But if you met her, you would know without a doubt
My little sister never figured it all out
I might wander by the riverbank this evening
Leave a little flower by the place where she was found
I'll always wonder, was she just make believing
But I couldn't stop her jumping and the water took her down
It occurs to me; I never had a chance
I was intruding on the climax of her dance
---Chorus # 2--- x2
Oh, the wind is a wicked whistler
Still somehow, I hear her call
The willows weep, the waters whisper
(As we fall) To us all
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| Credits |
| Lyric Credits: Jeff Ashbaker |
| Music Credits: Jeff Ashbaker |
| Producer Credits: Jeff Ashbaker |
| Performance Credits: Jeff Ashbaker |
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Song Length: 4:25
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Primary Genre: Folk-Contemporary
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Secondary Genre: Folk-Americana
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Tempo / Feel: Medium (111 - 130)
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: You, Yours
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Mood 1: Poignant
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Language: English
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Era: 2000 and later
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