For the will of the wind is my own
and across this great land I've been rambling
I can't tell you my friend when I'll see you again
For the setting of the sun
I'll be gone
For to see all there is there's to see
Across this wide weary world I've been wandering
I can tell you my friend that this old world's sure to end
so I'll see what I can, while it's burning
When the flames begin to rise
I shall bid this land goodbye
Build a ship and go out sailing
And when the sea begins to dry
I'm going to learn me how to fly
In the sky up above I'll be soaring
For the will of the wind is my own
Across this wild, weary world I've been rambling
I can't tell you my friend
when I'll see you again
For with the rising of the sun
I'll be gone