The Whirlings
The rushing, whirling wind
Over and over again
I’m with you without end
I guess I’ll see you soon, friend
The rushing, whirling wind
Round and round we spin
As beginning eats its end
I guess I’ll see you soon, friend
You stop the whirling wind that spins in my head
As beginning eats its end I wish I was
With you without end
I guess I’ll see you soon
And be with you again