| Lyrics: | Well my furrows are filled with corn,
I have my woman to keep me warm,
But there's one
thing that I do fear,
The Eastern wind is getting near;
There's a shot gun
beside my bed,
This is my country, where I was born and bred,
But I am sure, as the
willow will grow,
That Eastern wind is going to blow;
Blowing a hole in my
life, Eastern wind,
Running away with my life, Eastern wind;
There's a woman
who reads the stars,
She sees Warlords on the planet Mars,
And she said "Boy, you'd
better beware,
That restless wind is getting near,
Blowing a hole in your
life, Eastern wind,
Running away with your life, Eastern wind..."
They are
coming, they are coming,
They are coming, look out!
In my dream, I saw a
crowd,
They were burning the palace down,
I saw a mad old man, and I ran to the door,
And then that wind began to roar,
And when they come, they'll find me here,
I will not run, they will not see my fear,
And I will fight to the very end,
Before that wind will never bend,
If they're blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind,
Oh running away with my life, Eastern wind,
Taking the plough from my hands, Eastern
wind,
Taking every bit of my land, Eastern wind |
