Michael Woodhead

WIND

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020

A wind blows from the East, a wind blows from the West
I know that such a blast could ne'er dwell in my breast

I wander through the green hills, envisioning faerieland
There is no beast that kills, there's fruit in every hand
Then suddenly appears a young girl of nineteen
In here eyes, there're tears, for she's a dethroned queen
I vow to aid her then, and so we both do go
We come to one more glen; then, suddenly, I know

A wind blows from the East, a wind blows from the West
I know that such a blast could ne'er dwell in my breast

Her castle stood alone against a clear, blue sky
She was chilled to the bone and seemed to start to cry
I put my arms around her, and held her e'er so tight
She never made a sound as day turned into night
Then, suddenly, from near, there jumped a beast odd-made
To me, he was so queer; the queen, she was afraid

A wind blows from the East, a wind blows from the West
I know that such a blast could ne'er dwell in my breast

I slew the creature quick, the queen, she finally smiled
She kissed me in the glen; I felt just like a child
We wandered evermore through faerieland, her home
She went with me through war, and with me she did roam
Her castle left behind, we built ourselves a house
The queen, she didn't mind -- for I became her spouse

A wind blows from the East, a wind blows from the West
I know that love and peace now lie within our breast


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