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There’s a sound in the wind. Be quiet, you’ll hear it.

There’s a sound now and then when the world quiets down In the rush of the wind you’ll hear... The sound of the dancer (ear) (here)

Stand alone on a hill with wind at your shoulder Stand all alone and you’ll feel what I mean When noise of the world comes down.... The great Spirit Dancer starts dancing around!

And when he laughs, the mountains answer His head thrown back, to hear them roar And when he sings out all the world starts to dancing Oh Spirit dancer, my Jesus can dance!

Old cut-off jeans unstained by our sorrows T-shirt thrown over his shoulder with ease His hair makes shower of chestnut around him As he dances in circles

High as the mountains and tall as the trees Wind all beneath him

He’s the Lord of the giggle, the Lord of the smile The Lord of rib-tickle

He dares all the birds now to match his high tenor He teases the bear with his low gut-bust roar. And when he sings I’m real.... And when Jesus dances,