Yes a man is born into trouble, it comes like the day turns to night,? the sun turns to rain
And a man is born into trouble like a Jew in Germany like a slave in chains?
And the wind is so heavy and the earth rises to meet?
Within this body of clay a heart of gold does beat??
Chorus?
And with the wind in my hair and with the sun on my face ?join me and run to the higher place

Yes a man is born into trouble, comes like the heat to the desert
like the pain to the cut? and a man is born into trouble,
like a woman says ‘love’ like a woman turns away
And we live on the border yeah the border of night and day?
within this body of clay, with sorrow and so much pain,
sorrow and so much pain

Chorus
?And with the wind in my hair and with the sun on my face ?join me and run to the higher place

Yes a man is born into trouble, comes like the child hurt in play
and like lovers in what they say
?And a man is born into trouble, like a church in Russia
and like a power play? And yes run the good race, fight the good fight, within this body of clay and that’s all I want to say