When The Wind Blows - David Bowie

So long child, I’m on my way

And after all is done, after all is done

Don’t be down, it’s all in the past

Though you may be afraid

So long child, it’s awful dark

And I’ve never felt the sun

I dread to think of when

When the wind blows

When the wind blows

When the wind blows

When the wind blows

Life burns a savage wound, angry and wrong

Trusting a twisted word, you’ll run, run away

You’ll take him home

You’ll spit and taunt him

But they won’t believe you

No matter what you’ll say

So long child, it’s awful dark

I never felt the sun

I dread to think of when

When the wind blows

When the wind blows

When the wind blows

When the wind blows