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Where the Chinook Blows |
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THE WINDS OF THE WEST
Oh, the west winds, the wild winds, glad vagrants and free,
They sing of the lure of the long trail to me;
They sing of a bluff, a lone wolf on the crest,
And the tang of the sage from the wastes to the west.
Oh, the west winds, the wild winds, a mad
symphony That shouts of the smoke of the line camps to
me; And out of my soul bursts a passionate cry, "Oh, I come, I come home, for thy bondman
am I." |
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