Wild Wind

At the foot of the mountain stands a high, high tree
 its branches reach up to the sky,
 while a red-crested bird leaves her nest in the lee
 and from the tallest branch she cries...
 "oh wild wind, won't you blow,
 and carry me to my love, / i know not where to go,
 i'll spread my wings / on your windy back i'll ride
 oh, old wise wind won't you blow"
 on the banks by the bay where the mossy mussels lay
 and the castle on the hill meets the sky
 there a red-haired girl fetches dinner from the sea
 and walking out the jetty rocks, she cries...
 "oh wild wind, won't you blow,
 and carry me to my love, / i know not where to go,
 i'll spread my wings / on your windy back i'll ride
 oh, old wise wind won't you blow"
 on the road by the wood, there a simple cottage lies
 of thatch and painted windows, inviting me to bide.
 the old widow man within it, with his pipe and
 twinklin' eyes
 while stokin' up the embers there, he cries...
 "oh wild wind, won't you blow,
 and carry me to my love, / i know not where to go,
 i'll spread my wings / on your windy back i'll ride
 oh, old wise wind won't you blow"
 oh the cattle with the shepherd and the fishes in the
 deep
 you have no cause for sorrow, no love will trouble thee
 if i could be a blackbird in the tallest oaken tree
 there from its highest branch, i would cry...
 "oh wild wind, won't you blow,
 and carry me to my love, / i know not where to go,
 i'll spread my wings / on your windy back i'll ride
 oh, old wise wind won't you blow"