The wind goes where it wants to go it knows no boundary

It blows across the ocean blue from anywhere to me

O'er mountain high, through valleys low, it whispers softly as it blows

It chases in the winter chill and blows it out again

It scatters raindrops to and fro but none know where it's been

It warms itself as golden rays that ushers in the Autumn days

From day to day, from year to year, it whispers where it will

It answers to itself alone and keeps the secrets still

Where has it been, where does it go, we wonder but we never know