She gave the air its cooling touch,
so sweet upon the skin.
That every Godly man around,
believes that it's a sin.
And gave also its warming kiss,
to place upon your brow.
A kiss so sweet and soft and smooth,
you hunger for it now.
But not all that's her is softly felt,
and this she taught the air.
So winters storm, or summers breeze,
be sure that you take care.
So now you roam across the land,
a cool breeze in your hair.
and like the touches from the wind,
your glad to have her there.