| Well my furrows are filled with corn,
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| I have my woman to keep me warm,
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| But there’s one thing that I do fear,
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| The Eastern wind is getting near;
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| There’s a shot gun beside my bed,
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| This is my country, where I was born and bred,
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| But I am sure, as the willow will grow,
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| That Eastern wind is going to blow;
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| Blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind,
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| Running away with my life, Eastern wind;
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| There’s a woman who reads the stars,
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| She sees Warlords on the planet Mars,
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| And she said «Boy, you’d better beware,
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| That restless wind is getting near,
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| Blowing a hole in your life, Eastern wind,
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| Running away with your life, Eastern wind…"
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| They are coming, they are coming,
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| They are coming, look out!
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| In my dream, I saw a crowd,
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| They were burning the palace down,
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| I saw a mad old man, and I ran to the door,
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| And then that wind began to roar,
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| And when they come, they’ll find me here,
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| I will not run, they will not see my fear,
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| And I will fight to the very end,
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| Before that wind will never bend,
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| If they’re blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind,
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| Oh running away with my life, Eastern wind, |