{"id":5166,"date":"2019-02-16T19:51:05","date_gmt":"2019-02-16T23:51:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=5166"},"modified":"2019-02-17T19:33:11","modified_gmt":"2019-02-17T23:33:11","slug":"winds-of-morning","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=5166","title":{"rendered":"Winds of Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"

This lovely, contemplative song was my absolute favourite throughout my teen years and early twenties.\u00a0 It was another composed by Tommy Makem<\/a> and all too often cited by people as being an old traditional song or having been composed by someone else entirely.<\/p>\n

Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n

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\nI’ve walked the hills when rain was falling
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\nRested by a white oak tree
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\nHeard a lark sing high at evening
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\nCaught a moonbeam on the sea<\/p>\n

Chorus:
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\nSoftly blow ye winds of morning<\/em>
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\nSing ye winds your mournful sound<\/em>
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\nBlow ye from the earth’s four corners<\/em>
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\nGuide this traveller where he’s bound<\/em><\/p>\n

I’ve helped a ploughman tend his horses
\nHeard a rippling river sing
\nTalked to stars when night was falling
\nSeen a primrose welcome spring<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

By foreign shores, my feet have wandered
\nHeard a stranger call me friend
\nEvery time my mind was troubled
\nFound a smile around the bend<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

There’s a ship stands in the harbour
\nAll prepared to cross the foam
\nFar off hills were fair and friendly
\nStill there’s fairer hills at home<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Guide this traveler where he’s bound.<\/p>\n