And when the wind did whistle, upon the glamourous hills and plains Hark the sound of the meadows, that washed out my agony and pains In that moment when it was true, as simple as my thought explains Just close my eyes and down, to the ground let go of my remains And the wind did sing a lay, about the sweet days that have been Over the bitter and the cherished, and over a childhood that I've seen Sing a song with her wherever it goes, that wind that roams the unforeseen And when tomorrow comes hark then, the melodies of a man so never-seen Hark and feel, look and see, the breeze and the grass that tickle Then when this flesh is gone and away, promise you shall spread a rose's petal All what I asked for in the go or here, whether in the roaming or so when I settle O my dear over my ground in neath, is a heart that went afore and never settled |