Winds of change keep on blowing Winds of change keep on blowing Bob Dylan sang about the winds of change Blowing, it's all blowing, the winds of change
I listened to a lecture of nonsense 'til dawn By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on He said, "How did you ever dream up that song The one where the
a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her
My friend you were the model, a priceless work of art Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of your heart And I heard you wrote that record
he ran away Once he knew his freedom was at stake This same old shit, so it's how you deal with it It's the glove that fits, that you wear So when the wind
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night If all your life, you've
It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the
Winter winds they do blow cold, The time of year, it is chosen. Now the frost and fire, And now the sea is frozen. He who sleeps he does not see The
you down the fare But if you'll wait until it's winter it would do no good But the winds sure can blow cold way out there Four strong winds that blow
Refrain: Four strong winds that blow long Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change Come what may Well, our good times are all gone
was shrouded in black I witnessed the birth pains of new nations When the chosen people finally went back North Winds Blowing I wish it would Blow all away North Winds
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets
from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds of the
whore. The winds of war. Invasion. The winds of war. Invasion. [guitar solo] The winds of war. Invasion. The winds of war. Invasion. The winds of war. Invasion. The winds
As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts Oh, the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through
early this year And winter swung around soon after The scent of spring was high with fear The autumn crows call disaster Because the north wind blows
the earth and repay her with beauty, For the dark days are comin', oh, and they'll do you harm. When the chill eastern winds replace summer breezes,
'Tis advertised in Boston New York and Buffalo A hundred hearty sailors A whalin' for to go Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away
