Esther Ofarim - — Song Of The French Partisan

When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender This I could not do; I took my gun and vanished An old woman gave us shelter Kept us hidden in the garret Then the soldiers came; She died without a whisper Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing Through the graves the wind is blowing Freedom soon will come; Then we'll come from the shadows There were three of us this morning I'm the only one this evening Still I must go on; The frontiers are my prison I have changed my name so often I've lost my wife and children But I have many friends And some of them are with me Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing Through the graves the wind is blowing Freedom soon will come; Then we'll come from the shadows Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing Through the graves the wind is blowing Freedom soon will come; Then we'll come from the shadows