The winter wind is blowing and it's blowing again It comes in from the North and turns boys into men It finds itself a fine one who's only two months old It passes over his cradle and fills the pride within
At five years old he feels the cold deep inside of him A familiar feeling he wonders where its been And at ten years old he feels the breeze like two times before He begins to understand the sign of the freezing winter wind
At twenty years old the wind blew every year since he was ten He now knows he's been blessed with the color of his skin Cause the wind has spoke to him as a leader of this fight I've carried you through the time is right, now you're the winter wind
All battles he's won until one day he falls down to the ground As his heart beats for the last time that wind is the only sound As the voice of pride from father to son It's known as the winter wind Now carry us on through my grandson you've made your old man proud
The winter wind is blowing and it's howling again It comes in from the North and turns boys into men It finds itself another one who's only two months old It passes over his cradle...And sees his son within