Linda Connell Studley: Music

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She walks these hills by moonlight pale
And looks far out to sea
She sheds her tears and faces her fears
Where no one else can see
By the rustling rowan tree

Blow wind, breath new life into his sails
Send my lover back home to me
Blow wind, give me one more chance
My lover for to see

And she sings of a night much like tonight
And she sings of a raging sea
Of a ship that's lost, benighted and tossed
Out of sight of land they be
Out of sight of the rowan tree

Blow winds, running hard before the gale
Send my lover back home to me
Blow winds, give me one more chance
My lover for to see

And she tells of sailor that captured her heart
Then left her for the sea
And her song intertwines with the wail and the whine
Of the wind blowing o'er the scree
'Neath the creaking rowan tree

Blow winds, show a star to guide him by
Send my lover back home to me
Blow winds, give me one more chance
My lover for to see

So far away a ship goes down
In the windswept northern sea
Where the arctic gales have shredded her sails
Ah, he'll come no more to thee
'Neath the lonely rowan tree

Blow winds, cast me down upon the waves
Set my soul and my spirit free
Blow winds, 'tis my only chance
My lover for to see
Farewell to the rowan tree