When The Wind Blows

By Eric Bogle

On When the Wind Blows

Released on 1984

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The evening air lies heavy and sleep it still escapes me

A night where hope and courage are stillborn

Outside, the lurking shadows press against my windows

And wait for the coming of the storm

They dance, those shadows - when the wind blows

The shadows are advancing, over all the Earth they're dancing

And, everywhere they dance, they shall bring death

All the bright uneven pages that we'vе written through the ages

Shall vanish in thе shadow's poison breath

The storybook will close - when the wind blows

Suddenly I'm frightened, I wish this room was lightened;

Can no one light a candle in the dark?

For I hear the sullen murmur of far off threatening thunder

I feel its menace chill me to the heart

Where can I hide, where can I go? - when the wind blows

There is no one that can save you, and nowhere that you can run to

No shelter in a world that's gone insane

In this world that we created with our arrogance and hatred

We'll stand naked 'neath the gentle deadly rain;

There will be no rainbows - when the wind blows

In the darkness I am trembling, this night seems never ending

It seems the morning sun will never rise

The crashing of the thunder splits my head asunder

And lightning burns and eats into my eyes

And, oh, how the darkness grows - when the wind blows

In a thousand searing flashes, the world shall turn to ashes

Whirling like a burning coal in endless space

Of this world we did inherit, we shall leave a smoking desert

A headstone for the heedless human race

To mark our final throes - when the wind blows

Oh, I must be dreaming, for I thought I heard a screaming

Like a billion lost souls falling into hell

In a thousand tongues bewailing, at indifferent fate all railing

Each one calling on their Saviour as they fell;

Shall we reap what we did sew? - when the wind blows

You can call upon your Saviour, if you think that is the answer

But you've called on him so many times before

Call on Allah, Buddha, Jesus, I doubt if they will hear us

For we've let the Devil loose, now hear him roar

Hell shall overflow - when the wind blows