When the wind blows it take from beneath of lay Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air Mist the below head to toe it is magically The end of the beginning Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air I don’t know where to go from this intense feeling Honor among a cloud I have falling Falling in place of mist among the sky It so magically Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air I must of falling among Mist Among Caribbean Wind.