Wind

Wind, wind, clear me out
Pick me up, spin round about
Blow away what’s dry and dead
Take me to my cradle bed, oh wind

When the wind blows through my soul
It rips my heart and bores a hole
Sharp ice cycles made from air
Pierce me through my sleeps nightmare, oh wind

Wind you’ll make me crazy yet
My cheeks are red, my face is set
My frown it frozen right in place
A mad soul from the human race, oh wind

Wind that comes from years ago
Starts straight up from Mexico
Blowing hot it scolds and scolds,
Then whines unhappy in the cold, oh wind

The wind, its fury rips my roof,
It does not give an owl’s hoot
It takes what gives and leaves the rest
To come again to test and test, oh wind.

If it stops, where will I lean?
There’s nothing left, its laid me clean
This blowing came before my birth
It holds the axis of the earth, oh wind

Wind, wind, clear me out
Pick me up, spin round about
Blow away what’s dry and dead
Take me to my cradle bed, oh wind