The Wind

I’m like a tree that sheds its leaves
The final stage is coming,
devoid of any future

I stay here, rooted to this spot
No need to move around, no,
an ever-growing tumour

I see it only in my dreams
When I awake from silence
I hear the wind is calling me
Testing my self-reliance

Oohh sings the wind
Oohh sings the wind
Oohh sings the wind
Things will never be the same
Things will never be the same

Alone I’ve walked this dusty road
Left no trace and no sorrow,
got no idea to borrow

I’m bound right to this dying land
Carrion crows are calling,
an ever circling shadow

I hope one day to see the light
Dappled through meadows and tall trees
And singing like the rippling stream
Carried on a silent breeze

Oohh sings the wind
(it sings your name)
Oohh sings the wind
(it sings your name)
Oohh sings the wind
(it sings your name)
Things will never be the same
Things will never be the same