Which Way the Wind Blows

Look, see how the world goes round
 Look, see how the day goes on
 You, it won't stop to help you
 Me, it won't stop to help me
 All the time a wind is blowing
 Where it's blowing next, we don't know
 Look, some spend their days in slumber
 Look, someone is weary toiling
 Home, be my guest and come back home
 Ah, come, you'll be better off at home
 All the time someone is dying
 Where he's dying next, we don't know
 I sit in the sunset, watching God's evening
 Receding so gently now, into the Westlands
 I think I'm at peace now, but of nothing am I certain
 Only which way will the wind blow next time?
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 You, you might never have been saved
 Ah, well, you might not have been so brave
 Time would have shown the parting waves
 And you slipping under autumn's gaze
 
 And now I know
 That nothing is what it ever seems
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 I sit in the sunset, watching God's evening
 Receding so gently now, into the Westlands
 I think I'm at peace now, but of nothing am I certain
 Only which way will the wind blow next time?