Harvey Pj The Wind Lyrics

The Wind Lyrics

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 the
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