This song is on the Streets of London LP from the Johnstons. The attribution on the LP is McCloud/Brady. The transcription is mine, so you shouldn't be surprised to find some errors.

Wolfgang

WIND IN MY HANDS

In the morning when you've left me I will sing a song
about the day you've found me
when you were more a child than a man
and your soul was like the wind in my hands.

Then one evening I remember and you told me
about your (ambious??) longing
and you were less a child than a man
but the child held my soul in his hands.

You've told me of your destiny that evening
as we moved to quiet sounds
touched by the beauty of the rhythms
and the textures that we found.

But with no reasons now you're going like the changing seasons
walking down the pathway
and the child in you is lost within the man
who is going like the wind in my hands.

Ah by the fire this evening to remind me of the passion of your loving
so many days (roaming?) wild
I gave my soul to a child
I gave my love to a man
who is going like the wind in my hands.