I feel the wind blowing through my doorway
It's telling me that the summer's gone
And the winter waits in shadow, waiting with the storm;

I am old and my bones are weary
And my son he is all I have
But he has gone to fight for freedom, leaving with my heart;

All my life I have loved this land, worked it with my hands
But can this freedom send the rain when seed is in the ground
Can this freedom heal the pain and bring my boy back to me again?
Oh oh oh....

I watched them sail from the rocks below me
'Twas like the sea in its endless rage
Many fall on the road to freedom, dying on the stones;

All my life I have loved this land, worked it with my hands
But can your freedom send the rain when seed is in the ground
Can your freedom heal the pain and bring my boy back to me again?
Oh oh oh....

Late last night, as the world was sleeping, I dreamed my boy
He was calling out, 'cos he was lost in some dark forest, and
Snow was falling down, falling on the ground......ooh.....