Disclaimers: None.

Notes on pronunciation: "Westling" is a word used in Celtic dialects of Old English to describe a wind that blows out of the East, and into the West. It has several different spellings, but all are pronounced similarly: two syllables, with the first one accented. Thus, "west-lin" or "west-ling."

Westerling Wind

O westling wind, when will you blow

When will you blow, when will you blow

O westling wind, when will you blow

My true love back to me?

For I am longing for her touch

Her gentle touch, her loving touch

For I am longing for her touch

And in her arms to be.

The wind's reply was sad and low

Was sad and low, was sad and low

The wind's reply was sad and low

But I refused to hear.

O wind that blows both night and day

Both night and day, both night and day

O wind that blows both night and day

When will she come to me?

For I am pining for her face

Her lovely face, her precious face

For I am pining for her face

The sight most dear to me.

Then raindrops fell like frozen tears

Like frozen tears, like frozen tears

Then raindrops fell like frozen tears

But still I would not hear.

O wind that blows the whole world o'er

The whole world o'er, the whole world o'er

O wind that blows the whole world o'er

Will she not come to me?

For I am dreaming of her voice

Her tender voice, her dulcet voice

For I am dreaming of her voice

That speaks so lovingly.

The wind cried out and howled its grief

And howled its grief, and howled its grief

The wind cried out and howled its grief

But then, I could not hear.

O wind that blows and never sleeps

And never sleeps, and never sleeps

O wind that blows and never sleeps

Keep not my own from me!

For I've been captured by her love

Her ardent love, her sweetest love

For I've been captured by her love

And never will be free.

A stillness spread from deep inside

From deep inside, from deep inside

A stillness spread from deep inside

I could not help but hear.

The westling wind will never blow

Will never blow, will never blow

The westling wind will never blow

My true love back to me.

This poem is dedicated to the families of the victims of the September 11th

terrorist attack, whose loved ones will never come home again. Thank you

for reading.