Wherever you are, may the wind in your hair blow free.
Wherever you are, may the wind in your hair blow free.
And may you find shelter from the rain and the snow,
And someone to hold you, whenever you’re low,
And a place where the fresh waters flow,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are.
Wherever you are, I’ll always believe in you.
Wherever you are, I’ll always believe in you.
And if you get down and flirt with despair,
I know you won’t see me, but, yes, I’ll be there,
A song floating free on the air,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are.
I know we’ve been torn apart in time and space,
Cast out in this mad world to look for redemption and grace.
And there will be days I would die for a glimpse of your face,
And wander through blind alley ways in search of your place.
Wherever you are, my compass will point to you.
Wherever you are, my compass will point to you.
So if you’re in Denmark, Japan, or Brazil,
Just listen to wind chimes or stand on a hill,
And you’ll hear me calling you still,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are.
