I
My boat of life sails on the troubled sea
whenever there’s a wind in my sale.
But I have a friend who watches over me
when the breeze turns into a gail.
II
Sometimes I soar like an eagle to the sky
among the trees my soul can be found.
An unexpected storm may drive from the heights
brings me low but never brings me down.
Chorus
I know the master of the wind.
I know the maker of the rain.
He can calm the storm
make the sun shine again.
I know the master of the wind.