Soms huil die wind my naam, soms streel ‘n sagte seebries my siel. My menswees is soos die wind – jy kan dit nie sien nie, maar jy kan dit voel aan die verwoesting wat dit soms kan saai, of die sagte streling oor ‘n lyf.

Die wind bring wolke en stuur die reën, die wind waai stof maar heel my siel.

Die wind waai my naam. Soms in ‘n donker dans, soms lig en laf. Maar altyd, altyd in pas met myself.

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Wish me well, say goodbye
I’ll never tell I saw you cry
Understand you’re not to blame
It’s just that the wind, the wind knows my name

And it’s calling me
Calling me
Calling me again

I think that you knew right from the start
There was this restlessness in my heart
It’s a feeling that I have tried to tame
But it’s hard when the wind, when the wind knows your name

And it’s calling me
Calling me
Calling me again

It’s a cruel wind that tears us apart
But a worse thing is a tired and bitter heart

So dry your eyes, no more tears
Hold me once and I’ll walk out of here
Who knows one day we’ll meet again
But don’t wait for me ‘cause the wind knows my name

And it’s calling me
Calling me
Calling me again

Yes it’s calling me
Calling me
Calling me again

Fairground Attraction – The Wind Knows My Name

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