There's a heap of global changes , mother nature rearranges , in the famine and the drought , nothings handed out , there's hunger in the wind .

Something's in the wind you can feel it coming in everyone's in such a hurry caught up making money and there's an answer in the wind .



In these troubled times , we've got to stop and let it go . We've got to learn to take it easy and take it slow and leave our worries to the wind . .



There's a look on all their faces , like death at twenty paces , its hard to ignore what the future's got in store and it's blowing in the wind .

There's a healing in the wind , they tell us to dig in , paranoid of the dangers , we avoid talking to strangers , it's leaving in the wind .



There's a rumour going round , what goes up is coming down , without the shadow of a doubt time is running out , there's an echo in the wind .

By Paul McCann