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"