In autumn fields the dancing queen of May is weary eyed
Murmurations plot to take the skies
And I am the wind, I am the wind
This ambered land suspended in-between a stop and go
Is one I've loved and one who moves me still
I am the wind, I am the wind
Waiting to see what the new year will mean
And the light it will throw on the world
Whether leave or remain the landscape has changed
And the birds have a new song to learn
I call the breeze to wash these cobwebs clean with dew and rain
I'll whisper through the reeds of everything I've seen
I am the wind, I am the wind