Polly Jean Harvey - The Wind Lyrics
Catherine liked high placesHigh up, high up on the hillsA place for making noisesLike whalesNoises like the whalesHere she built a chapelWith her imageHer image on the wallA place where she could rest and restAnd a place where she could washAnd listen to the wind blowingAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the windAnd listen to the wind blowShe dreamt of childrens voicesAnd torture on the wheelPatron saint of nothingA woman of the hillsShe once was a ladyOf pleasure and high bornA lady of the cityBut now she sits and moansAnd listens to the wind blowListen to the wind blowI see her in a chapelHigh up on the hillShe must be so lonelyOh mother cant we giveA husband to our catherineA handsom one, a dealA rich one for the ladySomeone to listen withAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the wind blow