This song was written on the road - taking a trip by car down the east coast of the United States... from Toronto south, sleeping by the ocean in a station wagon I had. Down through Carolina, Georgia and into Florida, across Florida to the gulf. Panama city was seen as Paradise by a street character in one of my stories...But he'd never been there. So I thought I'd better see the one in Florida. I'd been to the Panama City in Panama... Sleeping on the gulf coast I saw lightning crossing the ocean towards us... and a heron standing very still in the water by the shore. We went as far as New Orleans and stayed there a few weeks during Mardi Gras. The song is called: THE WINDS OF CHANGE, THE WIND REMAINS(C)1980-2017 by W.G. Milne. Once again the tape speeding up has made my voice too high. But I love some of the lyrics in this one, so despite imperfections, here's the song anyway. Hope you may enjoy.
My sweet sister Deborah died last week. The lines
- "I remember that rag doll you used to hold,
You used to hold it - to your breast"
These are dedicated to her.
