the wind from the north, flattens the yellow corn. you come into the house, with your dress torn. i can see you now, as through a screen. a smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene your hair hangs down, over me. your hair casts a shadow to cover me. i can see you now, as through a screen. a smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene the wind from the north, cools me. the wind from the north, doesn't fool me. i can see you now, as through a screen. a smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene