Mojique sees his village
from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days
before Americans came
He serves
the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees
the foreigners in fancy houses
He dreams
of days that he can still remember
now
Mojique holds a package
in his quivering hands
Mojique sends the package
to the American man
Softly
he glides along the streets and alleys
Up comes
the wind that makes them run for cover
He feels
the time is surely now or never
more
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
Come to
drive them away
drive them away
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
Come to
drive them away
drive them away
Mojique buys his equipment
in the marketplace
Mojique plants devices
through the free trade zone
He feels
the wind is lifting up his people
He calls
the wind to guide him on his mission
He knows
his friend the wind is always standing
by
Mojique smells the wind
that comes from far away
Mojique waits for news
in a quiet place
He feels
the presence of the wind beside him
He feels
the power of the past behind him
He has
the knowledge of the wind to guide him
on
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
Come to
drive them away
drive them away
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
Come to
drive them away