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)