Soft blows the breeze ‘cross an Indiana field
Spins us round and round and round
Cold blows the breeze ‘cross an Indiana field
People going places, economic engines racin’
We are windmills in the fog, windmills in the fog
Windmills in the fog, windmills in the fog
Soft blows the breeze ‘cross an Indiana field
Spins us round and round and round
Breeze blows the flame where a garden did lay
Smoke whispers high, says the forest has died
Hey, ho, we go, we go, we go, go, go
We go, we go, we go, go, go
We can’t see where we go, go, go
But we go, we go, we go, go, go
We don’t know where we’re going, we are standing still
The light breaks free on an Indiana field
The clouds float high in a pale blue sky
The blades gleam white, reflect the light
We need not spin, the wind is still
We’re windmills in the sun, windmills in the sun
windmills in the sun, windmills in the sun
credits
from WHERE THE WILDEST SPIRITS FLY,
released May 1, 2018
vocals, acoustic & electric guitars - Jesse James DeConto
organ, acoustic guitar - David Wimbish
bass - Jon DePue
drums - Scott McFarlane
background vocals - Scott McFarlane, Steven DeConto, Katie DeConto, Alex Hill, Caroline Schuman
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