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To the Western WindOn rusted wheels rolling, and sails torn and tatteredWe ve answered the call of the wind so wild When she calls out your name who can refuse her? The cold North wind can take away a mother's only child Just lay me down, when this journey s over I ve been a roving sailor, still water and storm And to the western wind I leave the last air I breathe She is my lover, my only true lover She is my lover, wherever she goes is my home There was a child and a candle, one card on the table And a breeze from the window made the crystal ball spin Jack of Diamonds, cried the gypsy woman Jack of Diamonds, he is a child of the wind CHORUS Sometimes in the stillness when the lonely world is sleeping In some far city, 'neath the dark moon I stand And I feel like old Ulysses, his eyes on the distance On his way home at last, searching so hard for the land CHORUS (© 1988 by Harvey Reid)
As recorded on #104 "Of Wind & Water" As recorded on #112 "In Person" As re-released on #116 "Dreamer or Believer" |