Текст песни The Wind - PJ Harvey

Catherine like the high places
High up-
(High up on the hills)
(A place for making noises)
(Like the whales)
(Noises like the whales)
(And she built a chapel)
(With her image)
(Like her image on the wall)
(A place where she could rest and rest)
(And a place where she could wash)
(Shhhh)
(And listen to the wind blowing)
(And listen to the wind blows)
(And listen to the wind-)
(Listening to the wind blows)
She dreamt of children′s voices (She dreamt of children's voices)
And torture on the wheel (Torture, torture on the wheel)
Patron saint of nothing (Patron saint of nothing, nothing)
A woman of the hills (Just the hills)
She once was once a lady (one a lady)
Of pleasure, and high-born (Pleasure, high, high, high)
A lady of the city (A lady of the city)
But now she sits and moans (moans, moans)
And listen to the wind blows (listen to the wind blows)
Listen to the wind blow
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I see her in her chapel (I see her in her chapel)
High up on a hill (High up on a 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
(Shhhh)
And listen to the wind blows (listen to the wind blows)
And listen to the wind blows (listen to the wind blows)
And listen to the wind blows (listen to the wind blows)