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Running freely down the country roads,
suddenly, a splendid vision I see!

Fields of green wheat, swaying and turning
turning and swaying, in the wind

And as the wind turns, so the wheat turns,
circles, spirals, straight lines
And as the wind turns, so the wheat turns,
circles, spirals, straight lines

Canvas of green from mother nature,
painted by the god of the wind

Way up there, in the sky hawks are flying around,
round and round in circles they fly

And as the wind turns, so the wheat turns,
circles, spirals, straight lines
And as the wind turns, so the wheat turns,
circles, spirals, straight lines

Blossoming cherry trees losing their petals,
swirling like snowflakes, they sprinkle the ground

Suffering ceases and the ecstatic soul
all at once, overfills with joy

And as the wind turns, so the wheat turns,
circles, spirals, straight lines
And as the wind turns, so the wheat turns,
circles, spirals, straight lines