The wind born deep within the woods
Comes softly sweeping over the single elm
Standing in the open field
That is the path the wind takes
The wind born from deep within the woods
Extends an invisible hand to the ears of wheat
And comes softly sweeping over you
Fluttering your hair, then moving on
The wind traveling toward a far-off land leads the path
Delivering to you, going alone, an ornament for your hair
The wind born deep within the woods
Comes softly sweeping over the single elm
Standing the open field, then fades away
This is the path the wind takes