Listening Wind

                                  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



And Mojique buys his equipment in the market place

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, 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