THE NORTH
WIND
I came here
cos I loved you
I leave now
for the same
And as I
ride home in the rain
Tears cloud
my view
I see you standing
silent in the wind
Gazing out
to see
I know you’re
crying for it’s the last time you’ll see me
But soon you’ll
sing when you know you’re free of me
I had no wish
to hurt you, or take your soul
Our worlds
apart; our cultures old
Wild and
untamed, I don’t belong in your world
‘Cept when
your hair is swept by the North Wind
It blows in
my face now as I journey home
Stops the
tears running down my face
It’s the
same wind that blows in your land
The North
Wind still joins both our hands
(Michael Coghlan 1985)
Commentary
The honeymoon was over. Back in Holland again. Relationship strained. I start dreaming about going home . A mournful, plaintive tune with a Celtic feel very much influenced by the music of Alan Stivell. It has the makings of a special song. Properly recorded it could be quite haunting.
