1.23.2014

Exile's Song



Old Mother East Wind,
Blow on down.
Old Mother East Wind,
Blow on down.
Gonna chase my torn boot soles,
As I run from this town. 
Old Mother East Wind,
Blow on down.

Old Mother North Wind,
Hush-a-bye.
Old Mother North Wind,
Hush-a-bye.
Don’t say where I’m goin'
If you can’t tell a lie:
Old Mother North Wind,
Hush-a-bye.

I got nothin’ left now, baby,
But the blues in my sack,
I got nothin’ left now, baby,
Keep your lips on my neck.

Old Mother South Wind,
Dry my Eyes.
Old Mother South Wind,
Dry my Eyes.
Make m fair as a pearl 
For the day I die
Old Mother South Wind,
Dry my Eyes.

Young Lover West Wind,
Hold my hand.
Young Lover West Wind,
Hold my hand.
Ain’t no other true lover 
In the whole damn land,
Young Lover West Wind,
Hold my hand.

I got nothin’ left now, baby,
But the blues in my sack,
I got nothin’ left now, baby,
Cept the dress on my back.
I got nothin’ left now:
Keep your lips on my neck.
Let the cool wind blow over
These scars in my back.

(I made this up this evening and was singing it. No reason to sing it for anyone, so I’ll likely forget the tune, but at least, the words)

2 comments:

Debi said...

It's beautiful. I wish I could hear you sing it.

Jason Gignac said...

*blush*