Tytuł: The wind

• Wykonawca: PJ Harvey
• Wyświetleń: 328

Catherine liked high places
   High up on the hills
   A place for making noises
   Noises like the Whales
   Here she built a chapel with
   Her image on the wall
   A place where she could rest and
   A place where she could wash
   and listen to the wind blow
   She dreamt of children's voices
   And torture on the wheel
   Patron-Saint of nothing
   A woman of the hills
   She once was a lady
   Of pleasure, and high-born
   A lady of the city
   But now she sits and moans
   and listens to the wind blow
   I see her in her chapel
   High up on a hill
   She must be so lonely
   Oh Mother, can't we give
   A husband to our Catherine?
   A handsome one, a dear
   A rich one for the lady
   Someone to listen with