Who can say they went their way
And stood before the gate,
Turned back round from whence they came
And said heaven can wait?
Well, look no further, he ye seek
Before you meets this fate
(Whose love, when put in question,
Turned to hell for ease from heaven)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.

By the arrow’s nick, diseased
With merciless desire,
Quickly is the wit deceived
And blood drunken with fire.
Forever bound, as though enslaved
To passions long expired,
(Where love ever devours
Lovers lost to will and power)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.

O how the black wind blows!
O how the fetters clink!
As wayward souls thus wayward roll
And stare, never to blink,
Most deep into reflections
That they won’t disturb to drink
(As love takes all in loving,
Those beloved absolved from nothing)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.