Well my furrows are filled with corn,

I have my woman to keep me warm,

But there's one thing that I do fear,

The Eastern wind is getting near;



There's a shot gun beside my bed,

This is my country, where I was born and bred,

But I am sure, as the willow will grow,

That Eastern wind is going to blow;



Blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind,

Running away with my life, Eastern wind;



There's a woman who reads the stars,

She sees Warlords on the planet Mars,

And she said "Boy, you'd better beware,

That restless wind is getting near,



Blowing a hole in your life, Eastern wind,

Running away with your life, Eastern wind..."



They are coming, they are coming,

They are coming, look out!



In my dream, I saw a crowd,

They were burning the palace down,

I saw a mad old man, and I ran to the door,

And then that wind began to roar,



And when they come, they'll find me here,

I will not run, they will not see my fear,

And I will fight to the very end,

Before that wind will never bend,



If they're blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind,

Oh running away with my life, Eastern wind,

Taking the plough from my hands, Eastern wind,

Taking every bit of my land, Eastern wind