I'm so weary from holding this load,
but it's only love for you, that I walk this lonely road
I must follow the wind, follow the wind,
and the wind will take me home before the cold.
Every star I have counted, each flower I have seen,
but the place I am going there is no grass as green.
I must follow the wind, follow the wind,
and the wind will take me home where I can dream.
In the hour I am lonely your love will be mine,
I will stay in your arms, dear, until comes the time.
I must be on my way, for my home is anywhere,
I have no time to stay, I have no time to care.
I must follow the wind, follow the wind,
as the wind gently blows in my hair.