When I’m in the dark and don’t know which way to go,
Wondering which path to take as I listen to the wild wind blow,
Its gloomy and cold, wind is roaring like a lion,
Yet a voice inside me says I will be fine.
The wind is my companion as I try to start a fire,
Waiting for darkness to fall is all I desire,
I survive the night and come to no harm,
The wind blowing was my lucky charm.