Southern Winds

When you wake I won't know what to do

Weather it alone or stay here with you

Something's got into the way that I hide

But I told a lighter to write off the light

Southern winds, southern winds



We were young lying eyes in the sun

Antarctic [for grass?] together made one

But I cried and I'll have to explain

All of my colours as I go into gray

Southern winds, southern winds



And where do the boats all go?

And where do the boats all go?

And where do the boats all go?

When they're out the wasteland I rode



So I'll wait till you come to my side

Carried along by an old rusty tide

Living and loving can turn a man strange

So don't let them bury you living their way

Southern winds, southern winds

Southern winds, southern winds