Prelude / Windflowers

Windflowers, my father told me not to go near them, he feared them always

Said they carried him away

Windflowers, I couldn't wait to touch them, to smell them, I held them closely

Now I cannot break away

Their sweet bouquet disappears like a vapor in the desert. So take a warning, son

Windflowers, ancient windflowers, their beauty captures every young dreamer who lingers near them

But ancient windflowers, I love you