Gretchen Parlato - Winter Wind

In an inconspicuous way, Gretchen Parlato knows how to play the same instrument that Frank Sinatra played.
There's no one out there like Gretchen."
-- Wayne Shorter

he was a winter wind
she was a summer flower
shell blossom and re-begin
hell blow her away
and fall into april showers

this street that we walk upon
leading us to tomorrow
holds past dreams all come undone
with love in our hearts,
we step into all our sorrow

floating up beyond the moon
falling down will come too soon
land upon a weeping willow

if its all just meant to be
let it's branches cradle me
hold me close, oh weeping willow tree

now is the time of your life to hold on