As the winds blows through the trees, it sometimes seems to whispers he is calling me Then when the rain drops falls on the ground it seems itÆs him following me I donÆt stop to see if heÆs behind me I just keep on going he must never find me He thinks I still belongs to him So I must run The sun is sinking from the sky I see a shadow and I think it must be him Sometime when someone turns their back towards it could just be him If the telephones ring I donÆt pick it up If someones knock at the door it must remain shut What would he do if he found me? So I must run
