New Traditions

Rowan Tree

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Linda Connell Studley
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Linda Studley

Lyrics

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

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