Clear Chasing After The Wind
In my mind, dreams grow wild
I catch the breeze, it sends my feet to fly
And on I go in my own world of glory
Just like I'm living in a fairy story
But in the end, I'm only chasing after the wind
What could I acquire
To make my heart delight in what it finds?
Nothing I desire can bring me joy like You
The wind leads on, dancing through the trees
Tripping over meadow brooks, rustling the leaves
And so I follow, intent to taste the bliss
To relish in the feast or awaken to a lover's kiss
But in the end I'm only chasing after the wind
What could I acquire
To make my heart delight in what it finds?
Nothing I desire can bring me joy like You
Nothing I desire can bring me joy like You