Winds of Morning

This lovely, contemplative song was my absolute favourite throughout my teen years and early twenties.  It was another composed by Tommy Makem and all too often cited by people as being an old traditional song or having been composed by someone else entirely.

Jos. Morneault


.                          I                                   IV
I’ve walked the hills when rain was falling
.             V                        I
Rested by a white oak tree
.               I       I7                     IV
Heard a lark sing high at evening
.                V                                I
Caught a moonbeam on the sea

.          I                            IV
Softly blow ye winds of morning
.            V                                  I
Sing ye winds your mournful sound
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Blow ye from the earth’s four corners
.                 V                                I
Guide this traveller where he’s bound

I’ve helped a ploughman tend his horses
Heard a rippling river sing
Talked to stars when night was falling
Seen a primrose welcome spring


By foreign shores, my feet have wandered
Heard a stranger call me friend
Every time my mind was troubled
Found a smile around the bend


There’s a ship stands in the harbour
All prepared to cross the foam
Far off hills were fair and friendly
Still there’s fairer hills at home


Guide this traveler where he’s bound.