Lyrics: Esther Ofarim. Song Of The French Partisan.

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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