Look, see how the world goes round
Look, see how the day goes on
You, it won't stop to help you
Me, it won't stop to help me
All the time a wind is blowing
Where it's blowing next we don't know...

Look, some spend their days in slumber
Look, someone is weary toiling
Home, be my guest and come back home
Come, you'll be better off at home
All the time someone is dying
Where he's dying next we don't know...

I sit in the sunset
Watching God's evening
Receding so gently now
Into the Westlands
I think I'm at peace now
But of nothing am I certain
Only which way will the wind blow next time?

You, you might never have been saved
Ah, well you might not have been so brave
Time would have shown the parting waves
And you slipping under Autumn's gaze
And now I know that nothing is what it ever seems
I sit in the sunset
Watching God's evening
Receding so gently now
Into the Westlands
I think I'm at peace now
But of nothing am I certain
Only which way will the wind blow next time?