These Windy Days

Days are gone, those cold days are gone.
The world is not the same.
It wasn't easy, they fought all along,
Oh really those were mental days.

Days are young, the new days are young,
The road goes ever on.
From the door it began, follow it if you can.
Who knows where it will end. 

On these windy days
The sun in the plashes
Calls us outside
And moon guides us home.
On these windy days
The sun on the rooftops
Shows us the sign -
There's always hope
On these windy days.

Western winds, the new western winds
They blow and bring a shift.
The spirits go lighter, the blood flows with ease
And sanity shows [bad word] ways.

Winds will blow, the new winds will blow.
The free air in  your hair.
Days may once go away, but in fact they will stay
And will return again.  

0n these windy days...

I count my steps to five - 
One and two and three, four, five.
Then go up to ten - 
Six and seven, eight, nine, ten.

On these windy days...