Which Way The Wind Blows

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 you.

 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 nothing is ever what it 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