Which wind is swirling the dust round my room
Is it the north wind from the frozen lands,
Is it the east wind leading morning light
Is it the south wind promising the spring,
Is it the west wind from far off places.

Night winds are casually stirring the gloom,
Northern cold and ice becomes my numb hands,
No longer looks East I exist as night,
Warmth and promises I no longer bring,
Shunning the new light of smiling faces.

Swirl the dust of ages over my shoes,
Coat all the colors in layers of gray,
Then in dark and dust listen to the blues
Bar doors and windows from a windy day.