Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze    Nothing will ever bring him to his knees    Cold are the nights, long are the days    But no one can ever take love away       And he kept a lock and key on it forever    And he took it out to make sure it was dead    And he held it in his hand    He held it in his hand    And he waited for the dawn for some relief       Calm is the girl, flames in her hair    Keeper of paths, mirth and despair    Cold winter day, warm summer night    That no one will ever bring back to life       And he kept a lock and key on it forever    And he took it out to make sure it was dead    And he held it in his hand    He held it in his hand    And he waited for the dawn for some release       Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze    Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze