Wind o’ the Westland (op. 77, no. 2)

Wind o’ the Westland
by Dana Burnet

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.