The wind born deep within the woods Comes softly sweeping over the single elm Standing in the open field That is the path the wind takes
The wind born from deep within the woods Extends an invisible hand to the ears of wheat And comes softly sweeping over you Fluttering your hair, then moving on
The wind traveling toward a far-off land leads the path Delivering to you, going alone, an ornament for your hair
The wind born deep within the woods Comes softly sweeping over the single elm Standing the open field, then fades away This is the path the wind takes