PJ Harvey - The Wind lyrics
[PJ Harvey - The Wind lyrics]
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 sit's 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
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 sit's 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