Well my furrows are filled with corn
I have my woman to keep me warm
But there's one thing that I do fear
That Eastern wind is getting near

There's a shotgun beside my bed
This is my country, where I was born and bred
But I am sure, as the willow will grow
That Eastern wind is going to blow

Blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind
Running away with my life, Eastern wind;

There's a woman who reads the stars
She sees Warlords on the planet Mars
And she said, "Boy, you'd better beware
That restless wind is getting near

Blowing a hole in your life, Eastern wind
Running away with your life, Eastern wind..."
They are coming, they are coming
They are coming, look out!

In my dream, I saw a crowd
They were burning the palace down
I saw a mad old man, and I ran to the door
And then that wind began to roar
And when they come, they'll find me here
I will not run, they will not see my fear
And I will fight to the very end
Before that wind I will never bend

If they're blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind
Oh running away with my life, Eastern wind
Taking the plough from my hands, Eastern wind
Taking every bit of my land, Eastern wind...