Winds Of Morning

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