Wind of the Fall
I hear that wail in the windy pineAnd I suddenly know:It wakes in my heart a dream divineAnd a sacred woe.I heard that cry from your spirit then,O wind of the Fall!I, too, have carried the grief of men;I have felt it all.
I hear that wail in the windy pineAnd I suddenly know:It wakes in my heart a dream divineAnd a sacred woe.I heard that cry from your spirit then,O wind of the Fall!I, too, have carried the grief of men;I have felt it all.
I hear that wail in the windy pineAnd I suddenly know:It wakes in my heart a dream divineAnd a sacred woe.
I hear that wail in the windy pine
And I suddenly know:
It wakes in my heart a dream divine
And a sacred woe.
I heard that cry from your spirit then,O wind of the Fall!I, too, have carried the grief of men;I have felt it all.
I heard that cry from your spirit then,
O wind of the Fall!
I, too, have carried the grief of men;
I have felt it all.