Well my furrows are filled with corn

I have my woman to keep me warm

But there's one thing that I do fear

That Eastern wind is getting near

There's a shotgun beside my bed

This is my country, where I was born and bred

But I am sure, as the willow will grow

That Eastern wind is going to blow

Blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind

Running away with my life, Eastern wind;

There's a woman who reads the stars

She sees Warlords on the planet Mars

And she said, "Boy, you'd better beware

That restless wind is getting near

Blowing a hole in your life, Eastern wind

Running away with your life, Eastern wind..."

They are coming, they are coming

They are coming, look out!

In my dream, I saw a crowd

They were burning the palace down

I saw a mad old man, and I ran to the door

And then that wind began to roar

And when they come, they'll find me here

I will not run, they will not see my fear

And I will fight to the very end

Before that wind I will never bend

If they're blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind

Oh running away with my life, Eastern wind

Taking the plough from my hands, Eastern wind

Taking every bit of my land, Eastern wind...