Wind goes where no man goes.
Where the Wind comes from, no man knows.
Wind is felt, but never seen.
Winds is appreciated, but never thanked.
Wind is a four letter word,
And travels all over the world.
Wind holds birds aloft and helps seeds disperse,
But never asks for anything to fill its purse.
Gone with the wind. Gone with the wind.
I long to be gone with the wind.