WHITHER THE WINDS BLEW

A kind of ethereal love poem

Whither the winds blew

all those yesterdays,

whither the rains fell,

as the piper plays,

whither the sunshine,

yearn that it stays....

Warm on the cockles

that beat in your heart,

warm on the yearning

when we're apart,

and warm for this moment,

let the music start....

the mountains, they beckon

across the far sea,

they call in their accent

for you and for me,

and we'll answer, my precious,

this eternity...

and the piper, he plays

like good pipers do,

winds from the forest,

winds blowing to you,

and we'll wonder for ever

whither those winds blew...