Look, see how the world goes round, Look, see how the day goes on, You, it won't stop to help you Me, it won't stop to help me. All the time a wind is blowing Where it's blowing next we don't know... Look, some spend their days in slumber, Look, someone is weary toiling, Home, be my guest and come back home. Come, you'll be better off at home. All the time someone is dying, Where he's dying next we don't know... I sit in the sunset Watching God's evening, Receding so gently now Into the Westlands. I think I'm at peace now But of nothing am I certain Only which way will the wind blow next time? You, you might never have been saved Ah, well you might not have been so brave, Time would have shown the parting waves And you slipping under Autumn's gaze And now I know that nothing is what it ever seems. I sit in the sunset Watching God's evening, Receding so gently now Into the Westlands. I think I'm at peace now But of nothing am I certain Only which way will the wind blow next time?
Look, see how the world goes round, Look, see how the day goes on, You, it won't stop to help you Me, it won't stop to help me. All the time a wind is blowing Where it's blowing next we don't know... Look, some spend their days in slumber, Look, someone is weary toiling, Home, be my guest and come back home. Come, you'll be better off at home. All the time someone is dying, Where he's dying next we don't know... I sit in the sunset Watching God's evening, Receding so gently now Into the Westlands. I think I'm at peace now But of nothing am I certain Only which way will the wind blow next time? You, you might never have been saved Ah, well you might not have been so brave, Time would have shown the parting waves And you slipping under Autumn's gaze And now I know that nothing is what it ever seems. I sit in the sunset Watching God's evening, Receding so gently now Into the Westlands. I think I'm at peace now But of nothing am I certain Only which way will the wind blow next time?
