Winds in the east

There's a mist comin' in

Like something is brewing

And 'bout to begin

Can't put me finger on what lies in store

But I feel what's to 'appen

All 'appened before

A father, a mother, a daughter, a son

The threads of their lives all raveling undone

Something is needed to twist 'em as tight

As a string you might use when you're flying a kite

Chim chimney chim chim cher-ee chim cher-oo!

Now that’s a slogan!