Find me a hole 
Where the red wind blows
And the glitter turns to gold.
Find me a place 
Where the red wind breaks 
And the freedom never strays.
Find me a house
Where I can hang around
And wrap the red wind round.
Find me a field
Where the evil yield 
And the red wind serves the meals.
Give me the trees
Where the red wind leaves
So I can rest with ease.