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