Wind On The Hill ; MILNE Alan Alexander

Wind On The Hill
 
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
 
It's flying from somewhere5
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
 
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,10
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
 
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind15
Had been going there too.