No one can tell me,
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 blow 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.