No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Where the wind goes
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Where the wind goes
It’s flying from somewhere
As fast as it can
I couldn’t keep up with it
Not if I ran
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite
It would blo with the wind
For a day and a night
And then when I found it
Wherever it blew
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes. . .
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows
