In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty 

                         I long to be 

                         In the warm hold of your loving mind 

                         To take your hand along the sand 

                         Would be the sweetest thing 

                         Would make me sing 

                         Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind 



                         When rain has hung the leaves with tears 

                         I want you near to kill my fears 

                         To help me to leave all my blues behind 

                         For standing in your heart 

                         Is where I want to be and long to be 

                         Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind 



                         When sundown pales the sky 

                         I want to hide awhile, behind your smile 

                         And everywhere I'd look your eyes I'd find 

                         For me to love you now 

                         Would be the sweetest thing 

                         Would make me sing 

                         Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind 

                          

                         In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty 

                         I long to be 

                         In the warm hold of your loving mind 

                         To take your hand along the sand 

                         Would be the sweetest thing 

                         Would make me sing 

                         Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind 

                         Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind 

                         Ah but I may as well try and catch the wind