Here now, the wind is blowing
Red dust and it settles like me
Here now, no place to be going
But the place I'll be dying to be

He looks across the terraced land
To the others just beyond
He took a breath to light his pride
And dug his hands into the ground
His place was not with them

They threw their hats up in the air
Their best foot forward now
He'd learn his lessons from within
He'd wait for harvest once again
His place was not with them

Here now, the wind is blowing
Red dust and it settles like me
Here now, no place to be going
But the place I'll be dying to be

He was singing
"Here now, this is my story
Not much glory to see
You work 'til you bleed
Well, your heart's always bleeding
And praying for weather to come"

"Here now, this is my story
Not much glory to see
I believe in blue skies
And the shy Irish eyes
Of the girl who is marrying me"

Here now, the wind is blowing
Red dust and it settles like me
Here now, no place to be going
But the place I'll be dying to be

The place I'll be dying to be