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At the foot of the mountain stands a high, high tree
Its branches reach up to the sky
And a red crested bird leaves her nest in the leaf
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 sail
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
And the old widow man within it with his pipe and twinkling eye
While stoking 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 their shepherd and the fishes in the deep
They have no cause for sorrow, no love will trouble thee
If I could be a blackbird in the tallest oak tree
There from its highest branch I'd 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?"
Oh, old wise wind, won't you blow?
