I AM THE WIND

I am the wind that whips the sails
Of the yawls on English Bay,
And I toss the waves from rocky caves
To catch the sun on a summer's day;
I am the wind that thrills the grass
On the lawns beside the sea,
And I nod the heads in the flower beds
Like a gossiping ladies tea.

I am the wind that sways the trees,
On the shores of Lost Lagoon,
And I fling the spray of the fountain's play
In the gelam of the evening moon,
I am the wind, the wind, the wind,
That carries the cry of the homing bark
Through the whispering trees and the misty lees,
And the shadows of Stanley Park.