By: Wayne Miles-Underhill
The north wind comes down on a Polar Bear
The south wind rides up in an easy chair
The west wind blows the yachts at sea
The east wind blows my love to me.
Blow you winds and circle round
Tell stories about the things you’ve found
Bring me news from across the sea
Does my true love still pine for me?
How does she fare my true love fair?
Does she wish I was still there?
Does she count the days to my returning?
Whisper sweet breeze, is she still yearning?
Long I’m away, long time longing for
The taste of her lips and much, much more
Bring me scent of her on your breeze
Blow winds blow me back across the seas.