PJ Harvey
the wind
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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
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
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 her chapel
High up on a hill
She must be so lonely
Oh mother, can't we give
A husband to our Catherine?
A handsome one, a dear
A rich one for the lady
Someone to listen with
- Album:
- The Hope Six Demolition Project
- The Glorious Land (Single)
- Is this desire?
- Miscellaneous
- White Chalk
- A Woman, A Man, Walked By
- Dance Hall At Louse Point
- Let England Shake
- To Bring You My Love
- Guilty
- The Wheel
- The Community Of Hope
- The Orange Monkey
- Radioactive
- Live From La Maroquinerie, Paris 2011
- FRESH (Vol.1)
- Uh Huh Her
- Uh Huh Her (EU version standard)
- Uh Huh Her (non EU version standard)
- Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea