The Wind 歌词

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