I have stood on a mountain above the sea
And I cried for the home that I came from
Far away, waiting for a wind of change
I had nothing but my whore to tell me when
I should go to the woods that I cared for
Helplessly waiting for a wind of change
I will go back when the sky turns to gold
With cool clear winds of change
I had nothing but my horde to tell me when
I should go to the woods that I loved
Helplessly waiting for a wind of change
I will go back when the sky turns to gold
With cool clear winds of change
Winds Of Change was written by Mick Abrahams.