[stylist] The Wind that Fans the Fire, song lyrics

[Barbara Hammel]

That's a nice song.  Do you have any recordings of your songs?  You know, 
some of the songs that speak to us so much are not necessarily because of 
the words alone.
Barbara




Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.--Robert Frost
-----Original Message----- 
From: Donna Hill
Sent: Wednesday, May 15, 2013 7:56 PM
To: 'Writer's Division Mailing List'
Subject: [stylist] The Wind that Fans the Fire, song lyrics

Hi All,

This is a song I wrote many years ago, but it has been coming back to me
more and more as I struggle with trying to get my book published. The latest
is that the company who did the eBook formatting screwed it up royally, and
apparently never read the Smashwords Style Guide. I got further on my first
try than their version did, and am hoping it will be approved. It can be
very draining, though, and somehow this song speaks to me about that and is
keeping me on track.



I've copied it below and attached it as well. Hope you like it.

Donna



THE WIND THAT FANS THE FIRE



11/20/88  Copyright 1990 Col. #9



words and music by Donna W. Hill

dwhill at epix.net

DonnaWHill.com



1.

Questions unanswered seem to fade away,

All but forgotten by the middle of the day,

But somewhere deep inside you, the truth is running free,

Along paths of wonder and mystery,

Calling out to you on every breeze,



Chorus:

Oooo Listen,

Oooo Listen,

Oooo Listen

that's the wind that fans the fire,

that's the wind that fans the fire.



2.

All your hopes seem like party balloons,

They go up too fast and they come down too soon,

And high above the madness with no place left to hide,

Your heart can do nothing but hang on for the ride,

Tossed and blown from every side.



Chorus:

Oooo Listen,

Oooo Listen,

Oooo Listen

that's the wind that fans the fire,

that's the wind that fans the fire.



Bridge:

It's hard to keep the fire burning,

When everyone around you's learning

Fancy ways to water down their dreams,

And when you get tired of fighting

It can look so inviting,

But there's more danger than it seems.



3.

You take your chances in each game you play,

Count your losses and go on your way,

Back into the darkness, a number or a name

With no one left but yourself to blame,

But every storm only feeds the flame.



Chorus:

Oooo Listen,

Oooo Listen,

Oooo Listen

that's the wind that fans the fire,

that's the wind that fans the fire.




-- The Heart of Applebutter Hill, a novel on a mission:
DonnaWHill.com

Read Donna's articles on Suite 101:
http://suite101 <http://suite101.com/donna-w-hill> .com/donna-w-hill

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