Listen to when the North Wind blows.
It tells you what the Barrow knows.
Of Kings long since lost
Forgotten in a Winter's frost
Where the Secret's lie
Who the Earth's berms hide
And why.
The North Wind knows
So listen
Listen when the North Wind Blows


The East Wind comes
A gentle breeze
A caress, you would believe
But never stops
Never leaves
Wearing down the dunes you dare
Not walk upon.
Leaving a path laid bare


Follow

The gale that blows
And breaks you down
Comes from the West
Carrying the sands
Of deserts
To shape you
And carve you
With tiny grains
Of all the little thoughts
You didn't know
You had.

The South Wind screams
Of hurricanes and tempests
And quiet nights of
Long sighs
Tempers flare
Songs whispered
Without knowing
You crave
The smile it brings
Of summer days.

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