When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
In my mind I see
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
This is an emergency

In a part of this once-great city
Stands a child crying out in pity
Gone is hope in the heart of each hungry hour

Every year in this land of plenty
There are millions of starving children
What will I say if they look my way?
This is an emergency

When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
In my mind I see
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
This is an emergency

Bow your heads tô the lost generation
Scars so deep, bringing God's damnation
Businessmen sip wine while congress argue

But for grace we enjoy our pleasures
What we face will be our salvation
Go build your towns, but remember time will not forget
That this is an emergency

When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
This is an emergency

Think of what the wise men said

When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
In my mind I see
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
In my mind I see
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall
This is an emergency