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PJ Harvey( Polly Jean Harvey )
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The Wind
Catherine liked high places High up, on the hills A place for making noises Noises like the whales Here she built a chapel with Her image on the wall A place where she could rest and rest and A place where she could wash
And listen to the wind blow...
She dreamt of children's voices And torture on the wheel Patron Saint of nothing A woman of the hills She once was a lady Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Of pleasure, and high born A lady of the city But now she sits and moans
And listens to the wind blow...
I see her in a chapel High up on the hill She must be so lonely Oh Mother can't we give A husband to our Catherine ? A handsom one, a deal A rich one for the lady Someone to listen with
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