Skip to content

Northern Wind

Words and Music by Ben Scott (c) 2008

In the vast South-Pacific sails a solo sailor
At his wheel with scruffy hair and jacket squinting
A mere grey speck he’s crossed o’er nearly half the planet
Steely hands mending woolen holes, all the time singing

‘A million miles from west shore, a million miles I’ve been
A million miles I’m home again to faces never seen’
‘And the northern wind is wailing in tonight 
In shameless notes I sing to the windy sky tonight’

And there’s a song in air upon that brisk, dark evening
A mouth that speaks its own tongue, yet indecipherable
And a voice in his own mind, one of many, it speaks quiet warning
And the wind is keening louder now as he heeds the tillers pull

Singing
‘A million hours of silence, questions never heard
A million lines unanswered, I await a single word’
‘And the northern wind is wailing in tonight 
In shameless notes I sing to the windy sky tonight’

And now you see the hidden crux of that elusive song
As your mind’s eye, it gazes on our friend, fast he sinks
And the boat’s whale-like underside, it bobs in sympathy
As into this eighteenth-century scene bursts the rescuing chopper

And the Northern Wind, is rolling away tonight
In shameless notes I sing to the windy sky tonight
No comments yet

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.