The Whirlwind's Speaking

Listen, listen

The Whirlwind's speaking

And meanwhile, I wonder while I wander

While I wander, well, I wonder

Will I wander off the cliff and fall far to the rocks below

A wicked stew of spiny fish and splintered ships?

And will my bones bleach on the beach

Then turn to sand, far out of reach of Whirlwind's hand?

For from the Whirlwind

A hand is reaching out

Sha, la, la-la-la

And it gestures to you

Sha-la-la, la-la-la

To come closer

Sha-la-la, la-la-la

And when you do

It says, "Here, little lamb, here, little lamb, here, little lamb

Eat from my hand"

The Whirlwind's speaking now

And then, the hand begins to close around you

The hand is reaching out

The hand begins to close around you

But daybreak comes at last

The storm has finally passed

Passed

Then from

The heavens

A tempest comes swirling down

And meanwhile, I wonder while I wander