Up in the morning alone again
but an eastern light is creeping in
and the sun's just behind the clouds
I can feel its [bad word] down

I felt like a stranger here
everything I've known just disappeared
into the cold, cold air
but now the weather is fair

I want you to know
I cannot help where the wind blows
and whatever I sing will always be what the wind brings
I want you to know
I cannot help where the wind blows

Here in the kitchen alone again
writing songs of the [bad word] in
My body was the weight of a dove's
sent my mind out the window
to meet you my love

In the city part with the sky of blue
see they're all covered in pearls of dew
sparkle in the glowing light
the [bad word] in sight

I want you to know
I cannot help where the wind blows
and whatever I sing will always be what the wind brings
I want you to know
I cannot help where the wind blows
and whatever I've said will always be what the wind brings

I will be lifted in the morning light
when [bad word] hither
in its spectral white
all is forgiven in this ancient song
and we will follow where our ancients have gone

We will be lifted in the morning light
when [bad word] hither
in the spectral white
all is forgiven in this ancient song
and we will follow where our ancients have gone
and we will follow where our ancients have gone