It's harder now for me to say what you wantnUntil I just have an hour to killnWhen the night disappears and the sky is filled nnIt's almost May, the seasons changenI've heard on the shipping newsnThere has been a hurricanenSomewhere too far away to be worrying younnAnd it is Easter when you wakenI will wait for the sound of the strikenwell I wouldn't leave would I?nTill I saw you again in the lightnnAnd if the winds have turned todaynIt's because it's inevitablenEveryone knows the wind has to blow, woah