WILD WIND
Music and Words by Kate Power
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WILD WIND
Words and Music by Kate Power
Bb F Eb F Bb
At the foot of the mountain stands a high, high tree
Eb F
Its branches reach up to the sky,
Bb F Eb F Bb
While a red-crested bird leaves her nest in the lee
F Bb
And from the tallest branch she cries...
CHORUS:
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow
, Eb F
And carry me to my love, / I know not where to go,
Gm F Eb Bb D
I'll spread my wings / on your windy back I'll ride
Eb F Bb Eb F
Oh, old wise wind won't you blow"
Bb F Eb F Bb
On the banks by the bay where the mossy mussels lay
Eb F
And the castle on the hill meets the sky
Bb F Eb F Bb
There a red-haired girl fetches dinner from the sea
Eb F Bb
And walking out the jetty rocks, she cries...
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow...
Bb F Eb F Bb
On the road by the wood, there a simple cottage lies
Eb F
Of thatch and painted windows, inviting me to bide.
Bb F Eb F Bb
The old widow man within it, with his pipe and twinkling eye,
Eb F Bb
While stoking up the embers there, he cries...
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow,
Bb F Eb F Bb
Oh the cattle with their shepherd and the fishes in the deep
Eb F
They have no cause for sorrow, no love will trouble thee.
Bb F Eb F Bb
If I could be a blackbird in the tallest oaken tree
Eb F Bb
There from its highest branch, I'd cry...
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow.
Words and Music by Kate Power
Bb F Eb F Bb
At the foot of the mountain stands a high, high tree
Eb F
Its branches reach up to the sky,
Bb F Eb F Bb
While a red-crested bird leaves her nest in the lee
F Bb
And from the tallest branch she cries...
CHORUS:
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow
, Eb F
And carry me to my love, / I know not where to go,
Gm F Eb Bb D
I'll spread my wings / on your windy back I'll ride
Eb F Bb Eb F
Oh, old wise wind won't you blow"
Bb F Eb F Bb
On the banks by the bay where the mossy mussels lay
Eb F
And the castle on the hill meets the sky
Bb F Eb F Bb
There a red-haired girl fetches dinner from the sea
Eb F Bb
And walking out the jetty rocks, she cries...
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow...
Bb F Eb F Bb
On the road by the wood, there a simple cottage lies
Eb F
Of thatch and painted windows, inviting me to bide.
Bb F Eb F Bb
The old widow man within it, with his pipe and twinkling eye,
Eb F Bb
While stoking up the embers there, he cries...
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow,
Bb F Eb F Bb
Oh the cattle with their shepherd and the fishes in the deep
Eb F
They have no cause for sorrow, no love will trouble thee.
Bb F Eb F Bb
If I could be a blackbird in the tallest oaken tree
Eb F Bb
There from its highest branch, I'd cry...
Gm F Eb Bb
"Oh wild wind, won't you blow.