When the wind's from the north, love I can hear the railway line That low, lonesome whistle Comes floating through the night And I dream of departure Of a suitcase by the door And I wake in the morning As weary as before I fell asleep When the wind's from the west, love I can smell the distant sea And ten thousand teardrops Come flooding back to me I'd almost forgotten How we spoke of setting sail That evening gin-sodden The moon a fingernail scratched in the sky For we'd seen the sorrow summer brings Where the chiming wedgebill sings "Oh why did you get drunk? Why did you get drunk?" But when the wind's from the south, love You're only half an hour from here I hardly need pedal And that hill just disappears The silos stands silent Down that endless railway line The district's deserted The sunset might be mine And yours, of course But I've seen the sorrow summer brings Where the chiming wedgebill sings "Oh why did you get drunk? Why did you get drunk? Why did you get drunk? Oh why did you get drunk?"