Mighty wind,
mighty wind,
how you make me smile and grin,
as you try to knock me off my feet,
and I try to walk,
and I talk,
I talk to you like a friend,
and I say,
I know you,
and you know me,
but when are you going to end,
when are you going to end,
because I have somewhere to go,
and my footsteps are not as mighty as you,
and you hold me back,
and I have no wish for that,
oh, mighty wind,
oh, mighty wind have I done something to offend,
for you huff and you puff, and you blow,
but wherever I go,
you seem determined to put my footsteps to an end,
and I wish you were my friend,
oh, mighty wind,
but how can I with you be friends,
when you stop me from going wherever I wish to go,
and when my time is short,
and you blow me off course,
you make me wonder what has upset you,
and I wish I could appease you,
but whatever I say,
nothing seems to please you,
and how infuriating it is to get somewhere,
then to be blown back,
and taken way off track,
and alas,
you continue to harass me again and again,
but when will it end,
when will it end oh mighty wind,
I wonder often,
because I do not know what you are thinking,
and only when you stop can we be friends,
and though I do not mind a gentle breeze,
how furiously you howl at me,
and we could get along,
but you do not seem to wish it to be,
to be that way,
and I am blown by you each and every way,
and my progress is slow,
and you follow me,
it seems wherever I go,
and it saddens me,
oh, mighty,
mighty wind,
for thou art,
a troublesome part,
a troublesome part of my daily walk down the road,
and it takes me far longer to go where I wish to go,
and despite your anger and frustrations,
I will shake my fist at you,
because I,
I am more determined than you,
more determined than you could ever know,
and despite you,
eventually I will get to where I wish to go,
and how happy I will be upon reaching home,
and there I will sit with a cup of tea,
as you refuse to quit,
as outside you bother the trees,
and the leaves with your strength,
and I am glad to be of you free as I drink my tea,
I drink my tea in sympathy with the trees and the leaves,
who have done nothing to you,
oh, mighty wind,
oh, mighty wind,
how can you be so mean,
to so many that you know,
so, mean to so many that you know?