A Breeze Blew in One Night
A breeze blew in one night,
Past the magic village where the people shop,
By the high seat on the carnival wheel that looks on the high hill and the winding road.
Over the small houses and the large mall,
Where people gather and she will too,
Over the ordered houses and into her window
Bringing oh such exciting tidings of her early family, where she can't go, but she can dream.