Clements
I am just a traveller, a victim of the times
blown in this direction by the closen of the mind.
This whole world is shadowed now, how can we begin
hurl apart and scattered like the leafes before the wind.
Chorus:
Which way to turn, which way to go
which way but who knows, any way the wind blows.
It blows so cold, it blows so free
the world goes, any way the wind blows, that goes for me.
I have been a laborer, worker with my hand,
lately times where hard I had, to work in foreign land
Sure I miss my children, I couldn't back to be apart
if I could work at home, I'd still be working with my heart.
Chorus:
Which way to turn, which way to go
which way but who knows, any way the wind blows.
It blows so cold, it blows so free
the world goes, any way the wind blows, that goes for me.
I am just a vagabond, society reject,
I don't know where I'm headed for, or where I wind up next.
Maybe the embankment, with the gloves to keep me warm
maybe I keep flowin' like, the dust before the storm.
Chorus:
Which way to turn, which way to go
which way but who knows, any way the wind blows.
It blows so cold, it blows so free
the world goes, any way the wind blows, that goes for me.
It blows so cold, it blows so free
the world goes, any way the wind blows, that goes for me.