Windy city

Windy City

And the lake it sings its own song mid the sparkle and the shade

And the rain and bitter wind notes come and go

And the music that they're making is a tune that I can hear.

Windy City.

There's a melody of seasons, there's a painted change of light

There's a rustling of squirrels in the trees

And clouds are wrapped like scarves around the shoulders of the towers.

Windy City.

And the waters are a mirror to the twists of history

And the lake has gathered in a million tears

And the groans of pains uncounted lend their bass notes to the breeze.

Windy City.

And there's striving and there's growing and there's struggle and there's loss

And the turning pages may be dark or bright

And there's mystery and longing and the strange smell of success

Windy City.

For they came, they came, the dreamers and the hopeful and the lost

Sheep and wolves like every place that man has trod,

And the fire is burning ever and the guns blaze in men's hearts.

Windy City.

But the waters still sing gently and the works of man still stand

And the promises are certain as the day

There's a welcome word of kindness and a wonder takes your breath

Windy City.