The wind slipping through bough of tree,
Does whisper of things long ago.
Wisdom it speaks, to you and me.
Giving knowledge, so we can grow.

Oh what wonders it has to show.
If you will just listen to he.
The wind slipping through bough of tree,
Does whisper of things long ago.

Tales of brave deed and victory,
And of days of despair and woe.
The story of mans history.
So listen close and you will know,
The wind slipping through bough of tree,
Does whisper of things long ago.