The Wind Blows High

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

A new song Hunter introduced on his solo tour in spring 1997. He varied the lyrics a bit between different performances, but this is the version published in his journal for 17 March 1998 (no longer accessible from his web site):

Trees whip to the ground, the clouds are streaming
To think I ever would live to see this day
Beneath an angry sky the crowds are screaming
It's clear someone's got to pay

I cannot account for where I've been
I never though I'd need an alibi
Neither knowing blessedness or sin
All I know - the wind blows high

C.C.Rider coming in the morning soon
Unwrap your blue guitar, play a merciful tune
Squeeze a final tear from a dead man's eye
The wind blows low, the wind blows wide and high

The wind blows high and the wind blows low again
There's a shaking in the earth like the world might end
Voices of the sea and the sky contend
The wind blows high and the wind blows low again

Through these wicked sheets of driving rain
Far away the whistle of a train
Someone's gone away and never coming back
The crew's already tearing up the track

Track by track they stack the road away
Rail by rail the pile mounts to the sky
Does it always have to end this way?
All I know - the wind blows high

C.C.Rider screaming down the border line
Unwrap your blue guitar, play a tune so fine
Hold that rhythm, never let it go
Rock me while the wind blows high and low

The wind blows high and the wind blows low again
There's a shaking in the earth like the world might end
Voices of the sea and the sky contend
The wind blows high and the wind blows low again

World enough and time and I do believe
For love to grow and the heart grow to a seed
World enough in time to turn around
We're not lost, just waiting to be found

Whistle up the wind that calls your name
Howling like a prayer with no amen
Low or high, ride it just the same
It will never blow this way again

C.C.Rider gleaming in the morning light
Tell me how you fared all through the night
Write it and carve to it a tune
To sing beneath a silver studded moon

The wind blows high and the wind blows low again
There's a shaking in the earth like the world might end
Voices of the sea and the sky contend
The wind blows high and the wind blows low again

Robert Hunter Concert Recordings

 


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