Tell me old man, why do the winds blow?
Tell me old man, where do the winds go?
The winds tell me they know their way
Ringing the changes from day to day.
North turns to south
East turns to west
They go where they have to go.
Tell me old man, why is the sky grey?
Tell me old man, what do the clouds say?
They tell me rain has its season
Life has its sadness, for a good reason
And all the darkness
Just hides their treasure,
Sunlight and rain for the earth.
Tell me old man, why do the birds sing?
Tell me old man, what does their song bring?
Their song is the voice of love,
Falling to earth from the skies above
And every note has
Its ring of meaning.
Happiness and joy to earth.