There’s a stray wind blowing somewhere
From a land of far away
And I know he’ll pass you someday,
Steal a kiss and be on his way.
Then he’ll hurry off to find me
And he’ll linger by my door
And, perchance, if fancy takes him,
Leave your kiss and be gone once more.
It’s a game he’s been playing for ever so long.
Only he it would be who dares it
But he’ll play it from now till eternity
Till with one and with all he shares it.
He’ll be coming back some blue day
And, if you’re still fancy free,
Just be ready when he passes.
Follow him, follow him to me.
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