The winds of the heart  They are as fickle as the weather  The winds of the heart  They are as constant as the moon  They blow us apart  And just as quickly turn  And blow us together again  And we don't know how  And we can't say when  No we can't say when  The workings of time  They are the face of love in motion  The workings of time  They are as secret as the sea  It seems such a crime  We should waste our love  Deciding whose fault it should be  We it might be yours  But it might be me  Oh, it might be me  Well, they say that love is jealous  And they say that love is blind  And they say that love is  Always in a hurry  But the face of love's forgiving  And the face of love is kind  And the grace of love is there  For all to find  The winds of the heart  They are as fickle as the weather  The winds of the heart  They are as constant as the moon  They blow us apart  And just as quickly turn  And blow us together again  And we don't know how  And we can't say when  No we can't say when  They say that love is jealous  And they say that love is blind  And they say that love is  Always in a hurry  But the face of love's forgiving  And the face of love is kind  And the grace of love is there  For all to find  Well, they say that love is jealous  And they say that love is blind  And they say that love is  Always in a hurry  But the face of love's forgiving  And the face of love is kind  And the grace of love is there  For all to find