Four Winds

Summer came around early this year

And winter swung around soon after

The scent of spring was high with fear

The autumn crows call disaster

Because the north wind blows so cold

Chilling the warmth of my desire

And the whispered words we know

Tell of a future burned with fire

And the music that now fills the street

Falls to the rhythm of marching feet

I find no comfort here

No not in this or any other year

Because the north wind blows so cold

Chilling the warmth of my desire

And the whispered words we know

Tell of a future burned with fire

Tell of a future burned with fire

The stranger asked me what do you know

And just where are you going?

I told the truth, I just don't know

If you don't mind, I'll keep on going

Because the north wind blows so cold

Chilling the warmth of my desire

And the whispered words we know

Tell of a future burned with fire

Tell of a future burned with fire