once I had an eye to seven bachelors
but the road wind happened to meet me first
it gave me a wrapper and over-shoulder bag
please, wait, my dear wind, I’m coming up on track
when I was a beauty I used to do wrong things
cause every tired wanderer received from me the key
we were laying in the clover on the blanket made of yarn
so there I stand well on in life, but the wind is still so young
please, wait, my dear wind, I’m coming up on track
when I was a beauty I used to do wrong things