The windmill goes around
Waiting to be found
In a world full of dust
And lack of trust
The windmill goes around
Waiting to be found
By someone who knows
How to make the river flow
He is coming soon
Guided by the moon
He is coming from last June
When he was strong
The old place never changed
Where he was raised
And the windmill
Is waiting for him
The man is sitting near
Up on the hill
Smoking all the air
And eats all the green
He is old and wise
And knows the price
The king of men
Who reached the end