The Breeze

Going through shops and bars and houses**

Blowing through stores in skirts and trousers

Following taxis, hanging on buses

Meadows, fields, in between rushes

Nobody knows, nobody sees

I am the breeze

Blowin' the dust from sphinxes' smiles

Scattering cents for miles and miles**

Cooling bathers lying on beaches

Stealing through watches of pears and peaches

Nobody knows, nobody sees

I am the breeze

Wishing my way through parks and flowers

Gasworks, bridges, cooling towers

Caravans, horses, gypsy campfires

Through church steeples, elegant spires

Nobody knows, nobody sees

I am the breeze