The old man and the girlI heard a young girl cryingshe came in with the windBut when I tried to find herShe went back out againI heard the breath of an old manHe came in with the girlI think he was her grandfatherThough I've no way to tellI often hear them callingThrough windows that have cracksand oft' I feel them watchingwhen I have turned my backThey'll always be togetherFor alone they cannot beThey are the ones who cast the wind,the little girl and he