When you wake I won't know what to do
Weather it alone or stay here with you
Something's got into the way that I hide
But I told a lighter to write off the light
Southern winds, southern winds

We were young lying eyes in the sun
Antarctic [for grass?] together made one
But I cried and I'll have to explain
All of my colours as I go into gray
Southern winds, southern winds

And where do the boats all go?
And where do the boats all go?
And where do the boats all go?
When they're out the wasteland I rode

So I'll wait till you come to my side
Carried along by an old rusty tide
Living and loving can turn a man strange
So don't let them bury you living their way
Southern winds, southern winds
Southern winds, southern winds