The Wind Lyrics - Polly Jean Harvey

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 

And listen to the wind blow 

And listen to the wind 

And listen to the wind blow 

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 

And listens to the wind blow 

Listen to the wind blow 

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 handsom one, a deal 

A rich one for the lady 

Someone to listen with 

And listen to the wind blow 

And listen to the wind blow 

And listen to the wind blow 

And listen to the wind blow