The wind tells me stories
From horizons of Truth
Where illusions are dying
With inexperience of youth
And the wind tells me stories
From horizons of Love
Where compassionate hearts are rising
Beyond and above
Until "Thy Will be done" inside is glowing
The only thing that stays in the end
Is Thee, Thy will in me, for this I bend
Thy will in me, for this I bend
The wind tells me stories
From horizons of Truth
Where illusions are dying
With inexperience of youth
I feel the generous heart in me
That knows only of giving
All from itself to the Highest, to Thee
It is being told
That it has to unfold
The door to the purity of gold
Therefore I know
There is no ending
Together we are standing
In the one loving heart
From where all things start
Together we are standing
In the one loving heart
From where all things start
Again - again - again
And the wind tells me stories
From horizons of Love
Where compassionate hearts are rising
Beyond and above
Beyond the world of separation,
Above pain and unknowing
Until "Thy Will be done" inside is glowing and growing
Clearing the Self of all emotion
The only thing that stays in the end is Thee
Thy will in me, for this I bend
Thy will in me
For this I bend
Thy will in me
For this I bend
Mother Earth, Father Sky
Now I know the answers, why
Many centuries have past
But I have found my roots at last