The Wind

Catherine liked high places

High up, high up on the hills

A place for making noises

Like whales

Noises like the whales

And she built a chapel

With her image

An image on the wall

A place where she could rest and rest

And a place where she could wash

Shhh

And listen to the wind blowing

And listen to the wind blow

And listen to the wind

And listen to the wind blow

(She dreamt of children's voices) She dreamt of children's voices

(And torture) And torture on the wheel

(Torture on the wheel) Patron Saint of nothing

(A Patron Saint of nothing, nothing, nothing) A woman of the hills

(Just of the hills) She once was a lady

(What a lady) Of pleasure and high born

(Of pleasure and high, high, high) A lady of the city

(Lady of the city) But now she sits and moans

Moaning, moaning, moan

(Listen) And listens to the wind blow

(And listens to the wind blow) Listen to the wind blow

I see her in her chapel (I see her in her the chapel)

High up on the hill (High up on the hill)

She must be so lonely (So lonely)

Oh, Mother, can't we give

A husband to our Catherine? (Catherine)

A handsome one, a dear? (A handsome one, Catherine)

A rich one for the lady (A rich one, Catherine)

Someone to listen with? (Someone, listen)

And listen to the wind blow (And listen to the wind blowing)

And listen to the wind blow (And listen to the wind blowing)

And listen to the wind blow (And listen to the wind blowing)

And listen to the wind blow (And listen to the wind blowing)