winds in the east, there's a mist comin' in
like something is brewin', about to begin
can't put my finger on what lies in store
but I feel what's to happen all happened before
a father, a mother, a daughter, a son
the threads of their lives are all 'ravelling undone
something is needed to twist them as tight
as a string you might use when you're flyin' a kite
Chim chim-in-ey chim chim cher-ee chim cher-oo

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN