The Winds of Morning - Tommy Makem

I’ve walked the hills when rain was falling

Rested by a white oak tree

Heard a lark sing high at evening

Caught a moonbeam on the sea

Softly blow ye winds of morning

Sing ye winds your mournful sound

Blow ye from the earth’s four corners

Guide this traveller where he’s bound

I’ve helped a ploughman tend his horses

Heard a rippling river sing

Talked to stars when night was falling

Seen a primrose welcome spring

Softly blow ye winds of morning

Sing ye winds your mournful sound

Blow ye from the earth’s four corners

Guide this traveller where he’s bound

By foreign shores, my feet have wandered

Heard a stranger call me friend

Every time my mind was troubled

Found a smile around the bend

Softly blow ye winds of morning

Sing ye winds your mournful sound

Blow ye from the earth’s four corners

Guide this traveller where he’s bound

There’s a ship stands in the harbour

All prepared to cross the foam

Far off hills were fair and friendly

Still there’s fairer hills at home

Softly blow ye winds of morning

Sing ye winds your mournful sound

Blow ye from the earth’s four corners

Guide this traveller where he’s bound