No, you can´t catch the wind As you can´t hold the tide But you will find out soon Who you really are Keep on searching, searching... ...a frail hope to become And stand strong Stand still Don't be sad Hold back that bitter tear You just shed Don't quail We´re here Just at hand And kindle your spirit With the softest of your smiles Then we´ll hide That gift within your heart So you know You´ll never be alone You'll hear us in the Howling gale Oh child just breath These words in Don´t be sad Unfurl Do not grieve Become