Wind of Nowl
Wind of Nowl
Gently from the sea river through a hill
A blind man felt his way in the billow
Of great East Wind pushing on his glance
So blind but in a force of guidance
The Wind he spoke never fails and in it
I will never fail There’s a scale in it
That strikes with the sandy tides
Droplet chimes and with my strides
So he traveled on with the blindness
Through a green borough they address
Him an old man Old man your time so
Little goes to waste in the wind so
Chill make haste to love a warmth of fire
A gently-speaking lover ‘fore a life so dire
Takes you to the wind A chapel father
Called him son I fancy the way you bear
Walking I open to East Wind even and morn
And collects none that pass thro Forlorn
Forlorn am I you who keeps it in your truth
The blind man stopped and said The youth
See no wind they catch things steady
Make dear to them hoping they’re steady
I may run I may rest may tarry may talk
But the wind comes and I always walk
The wind takes me for we were thrown
And always always we are blown
Onwards my walk Nowhere is wind
To grasp but we to be caught in the wind.