Western Wind
Western wind, when will thou blow
When will thou blow
Western wind when will thou blow
Rain down
Rain down Rain down Rain down
Can the small rain down
Christ! if my love
Were in my arms, in my arms
And I in my bed again
And I in my bed again
Bridge:
What now the air is clear
You are here, the birds are singing
Calm of the morning dear
You are here and the bells are ringing
The dream breaks
I clear my eyes
These are not blue
but leaden skies
And I in my bed again
And I in my bed again
Notes:
I adapted this from "Westron Wynde," an early 16th century English poem that is among the oldest surviving secular lyrics in English. George Emlen gave the assignment in Songcrafting Class at Bagaduce Music in Blue Hill in 2023 to turn this into a song. Apparently it is a bit of a tradition to turn this into songs. This is my attempt.