Which Way the Wind Blows

Look, see how the world goes round Look, see how the day goes on You, it won't stop to help you Me, it won't stop to help me All the time a wind is blowing Where it's blowing next, we don't know Look, some spend their days in slumber Look, someone is weary toiling Home, be my guest and come back home Ah, come, you'll be better off at home All the time someone is dying Where he's dying next, we don't know I sit in the sunset, watching God's evening Receding so gently now, into the Westlands I think I'm at peace now, but of nothing am I certain Only which way will the wind blow next time? You, you might never have been saved Ah, well, you might not have been so brave Time would have shown the parting waves And you slipping under autumn's gaze And now I know That nothing is what it ever seems I sit in the sunset, watching God's evening Receding so gently now, into the Westlands I think I'm at peace now, but of nothing am I certain Only which way will the wind blow next time?