That was the wind knocking on my door,
passing on the message you won’t be round no more.
The whirlwind lifted me up off my feet
and landed me in the middle of the rain and the sleet.
You said you ain’t gonna be my girl no more,
but that wind just keeps on knocking on my door.

That was a cloud passing by over my head,
sending me a message that to you I’m as good as dead.
It took my light and left me with this shadow
clinging onto my soul and blocking my view of the show.
You told me I was to you as good as dead,
but that cloud just keeps on passing by over my head.

That was a bird whispering in my ear,
that everything will be okay if I cast off the fear.
She sings in my dreams and gives me solace
and sits in my caged heart behind my gladiolus.
You said I will be okay if I cast off the fear,
but that bird just keeps on whispering in my ear.