Mott The Hoople - I'll Wind Blowing Lyrics
(ian hunter)Across the ***** desertThat housed a million hurtsBut I heard a voice call unto meBeware, is what it saidYoure asking all the questionsThat is dangerous to doFor you aint got any answersAnd your time is nearly throughTheres an ill wind blowingFrom the west unto the eastAnd I see my world goingFrom a beauty to a beastAnd the time is getting nearer to 1974Theres an ill wind blowingAnd its blowing us, blowing us,Yes its blowing us off the shoreAnd the fortunes fading from my faceAnd I feel a thousand fearsHow many know that illness growsIt never disappearsAnd I wonder when the medicine manKnows that they are saneThey qualified in genocideAnd specialise in painTheres an ill wind blowingFrom the west unto the eastAnd I see my world goingFrom a beauty to a beastAnd the time is getting nearer to 1974Theres an ill wind blowingAnd its blowing us, blowing us,Yes its blowing us off the shoreTheres an ill wind blowingFrom the west unto the eastAnd if my redeemer lay thereThen hes fighting with a priestAnd the time is getting nearerTo the opening of the doorTheres an ill wind blowingAnd its blowing us, blowing us,Yes its blowing us off the shore(see you later)
