Wind o' the westland

Wind o' the Westland, blow, blow,

Bring me the dreams of long ago,

Long, long ago.

There was a white house on the hill;

Tell me, winds, does it stand there still?

For I was the lad at the windowsill,

long, long ago.

Wind o' the Westland, blow, blow,

Bring me the loves of long ago,

Long, long ago.

There was a garden blooming fair,

And an old, old lady walking there,

And a little lad with tousled hair,

Long, long ago.

Wind o' the Westland, blow, blow,

Bring me the dreams of long ago,

Long, long ago.

There was a shining path that lay

Over the edge of the golden day,

And I was the lad who rode away,

Long, long ago.