Winds in the east, theres a mist comin' in
Like somethin' is brewin' and 'bout to begin
Can't put me finger on what lies in store
But I feel what's to happen all happened before
A father, a mother, a daughter a son
The threads of their lives unraveling undone
Somethin' is needed to twist 'em as tight
As string you might use when you're flyin' a kite
Chim chimeny chim chim, cheree chim cheroo!