Winds in the east, theres a mist comin' in Like somethin' is brewin' and 'bout to begin. Can't put me finger on what lies in store, But I feel what's to happen all happened before. A father, a mother, a daughter a son - The threads of their lives unraveling undone - Somethin' is needed to twist 'em as tight, like string you might use when you're flyin' a kite - Chim chimeny chim chim, cheree chim cheroo