Wind On The Hill

No one can tell me, 
Nobody knows, 
Where the wind comes from, 
Where the wind goes. 
It's flying from somewhere 
As fast as it can, 
I couldn't keep up with it, 
Not if I ran. 

But if I stopped holding 
The string of my kite, 
It would blow with the wind 
For a day and a night. 

And then when I found it, 
Wherever it blew, 
I should know that the wind 
Had been going there too. 

So than I could tell them 
Where the wind goes... 
But where the wind comes from 
Nobody knows.