Strange things can happen when the night winds blow.
They can take you to places and people you know.
They blow into your dreams and play into your mind
Sometimes they blow cruel Sometimes they blow kind

The night wind is whistling as it blows through the trees
Deep in my slumber My Love whispers my name
Come back to me my lover hold me once again
I fly from my body into the wild rain

Over the treetops and down to the sea
I follow the pathway to a church steeple I see
The moon is a candle the storm is my light
I see my sweet angel ahead in the night

She floats into my spirit and we become one
Above the wild foam we embrace and soar
I hold onto my angel I am alone no more
The storm it crescendos the gods shout and roar

She reaches for me and touches my tears
The winds blow away all the lost years
Come with my lover come with me back home
I reach to kiss her but touch granite stone

Her name is engraved  in letters of gold
My angel has gone no more to grow old.
Strange things they happen when the night winds blow
They bring you to places and people you know.
They play with your dreams and enter your mind.
Sometimes they blow cruel and not kind