...I have problems of my own you know
But I manage to surmount them

And a woman I’ve grown you know
And around the wind is changing
She will billow in the day tied down

She looks so pretty, drawing water
Kitchen sun fishing middle of the spray

Now, forget those frightened stories
Of the massacres and tyrants
And we’ll whistle past, we’re happy
Not to cover any silence

Feel the quiet, full of thinking
We can share some thoughts together
While we’re falling out in eveningtime
When we’re walking with the weather now

And around the wind is changing
She will billow in the day tied down

She looks so pretty, drawing water
Kitchen sun fishing the middle of the day
In the middle of the spray
In the middle of the day