SINGER: PJ Harvey

SONG:The Wind

Catherine liked high places
high up on the hills
a place for making noises
noises like the whales
here she built a chapel with
her image on the wall
a place where she could rest and
a place where she could wash
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
i see her in her chapel
high up on a hill
she must be so lonely
oh mother, can't we give
a husband to our catherine?
a handsome one, a dear
a rich one for the lady
someone to listen with