The Four Seasons - Searching Wind Lyrics

The Four Seasons Lyrics

"Searching Wind"

Searching wind
Keep looking for my long lost love
Just remind her
I'm right behind her
Someday I'll find her
Keep searching wind
Keep searching wind

Cry wind cry
Your sad and haunting lullaby
Make her remember
Our love so tender
Then she'll surrender
Oh, searching wind
Oh, searching wind

Fly wind fly
Over the mountain
Through the valley
Just beyond the Golden Rail
Morning
There she'll be
The reason God created me
Cross that river
Big mighty river
Then I'll be with her
Eternally

Fly wind fly
Over the mountain
Through the valley
Just beyond the Golden Rail
Morning
There she'll be
The reason God created me
Cross that river
Big mighty river
Then I'll be with her
Eternally

Eternally
Oh, searching wind
Keep searching wind
Oh, searching wind
Keep searching wind
Oh, searching wind
Keep searching wind...

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album: "Born To Wander" (1964)

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"Searching Wind" lyrics

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