It's a warm Chinook wind that blows everybody good
By melting snow and ice,
My Dad always said, "When it starts Chinookin'
Oh, Lord how I miss him -- that father of mine,
How I cried when he left us -- nearly heartbroken,
I know he had something I can't live without --
The giver of fortune gave him good fortune --
There's a longing to see him again -- maybe next time
The threads of my dust-ridden, earthly, dull garment
by D. Edgar Murray 03/03/2000.