I am tired of the wind

I am tired of the wind

Oh, wind, wind, be quiet...

I am burdened by the days

Of wailing and long riot.

The heavy trees are thinned;

The clouds lose their ways...

There's no rest in my mind.

When the wind falls the rain falls;

The air has no more breath.

The ceaseless " Hush " of rain

Is what eternity saith.

The hills grown near and tall

Let down a misty mane...

Endlessness weighs on all.