The Windmill Keeps Turning

From the Album As In Those Early Days

Snow is falling on the ground.
The windmill it keeps turning.
Like a child I cry out loud,
but no one is near to hear me.
No one is near to hear me.

My father was a man of wealth.
He had love for his country.
But I chose to do without.
Now my children they are hungry.
My children they are hungry.

Snow is falling ‘round our door.
My wife she seems unhappy.
My children they cry out for more.
More than I can give them.
More than I can give them.

My mother taught me how to pray.
My father taught me hard labor.
My father died at an early age.
My mother was his stranger.
My mother was his strange.

Now my children they have grown.
I, too, have grown older.
Now I sleep alone.
Why didn’t I take the time to know her?
I didn’t take the time to know her.

Snow is falling on the ground.
The windmill it keeps turning.

Words & Music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long 2024 | BMI

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