The Wind

[Verse 1] Catherine liked high places High up, high up on the hills A place for making noises Like whales Noises like the whales Here she built a chapel With her image Her image on the wall A place where she could rest and rest And a place where she could wash And listen to the wind blowing [Chorus] And listen to the wind blow And listen to the wind And listen to the wind blow [Verse 2] She dreamt of children's voices And torture on the wheel Patron Saint of nothing A woman of the hills She once was a lady Of pleasure and high born A lady of the city But now she sits and moans [Chorus] And listens to the wind blow Listen to the wind blow [Verse 3] I see her in a chapel High up on the hill She must be so lonely Oh Mother can't we give A husband to our Catherine A handsome one, a dear A rich one for the lady Someone to listen with [Outro] And listen to the wind blow