Marching uphill at the pace of a snail
Whipped by the canvas of a billowing sail
Drinking from puddles, eating up bugs
Looking for the shore where the tugboat tugs
Til the wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The rhythm of the elements cooking up a storm
Looking to the sky where the rain clouds form
Batten down the hatches while the hurricane blows
Living underground where the dark root grows
Til the wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
Looking for a signpost
To the land of the sun
Where I can rest my feet
And admit that I'm done
Where I can run my fingers
Through some soft wet sand
Forget about my troubles
And make friends with this land
We can make friends with this land Lord
Wrapping up warm in my daddy's old coat
Filling up on beans on my way to the boat
Some days it's just too tough moving through this terrain
With people living stories that fill their hearts with pain
Til the wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
The wind took a holiday
Wrap it up warm
Wrap it up warm
Wrap it up warm
Wrap it up warm