I can see the iron horse's tracks pressed in the mud, from the weight of all that steam and steel...but the wind don't blow where you want it to go,
The wind just goes where it will, and you follow,
I can feel the breath of winter driving this snow across these newly-whited plains,
Takes my breath from me and leaves me falling, then it picks me up again in its own strength.
And I can hear the wild wind howling,
And I can feel it in my bones,
And I know that the howling will take me home.
I can see some traveller's footprints,
There's a little bit of blood in every step he made,
I wonder what kind of burden he's bearing, that has cut him so deeply every step along the long, long way,
In the west, I see an evening,
This scarlet thread stretched beneath the gathering dark,
Red as the blood on the hands of the Saviour, rich as the mercy that flowed from his broken heart.
And I can hear the wild wind howling,
And I can feel it in my bones,
And I know that the howling will take me home.
These men of violence, they have made this a world full of wars,
Oh God, break your silence and let your justice shine forth,
Show some mercy, oh Lord.
I can see a people dispossessed, broken and brave in the face of so much fear,
Driven from their homes by the greed of a nation whose treaties were as good as litter along the trail of their tears,
I can see the covenant colours,
The sun and the rain have woven against the blue of the sky,
And I know, if we live, we will live by his promise,
I know he who made it; I'm sure that he would not lie.
And I can hear the wild wind howling,
And I can feel it in my bones,
And I know that the howling will take me home.
