No one can tell me, br Nobody knows, br Where the wind comes from, br Where the wind goes. br br It's flying from somewhere br As fast as it can, br I couldn't keep up with it, br Not if I ran. br br But if I stopped holding br The string of my kite, br It would blow with the wind br For a day and a night. br br And then when I found it, br Wherever it blew, br I should know that the wind br Had been going there too. br br So then I could tell them br Where the wind goes... br But where the wind comes from br Nobody knows.