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.

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