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Lyrics for 'The Wind' by 'Pj Harvey'
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
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