Even the Wind is Aching to Stay

Even the Wind is Aching to Stay                                    27/5/08  Capo 5

by Thom Urquhart

 

Intro C  h/o E    Am h/o C p/o C  repeat 4 times

C                                          Am

Stronger than ever, this call of the earth

   C                                       Am

It holds like a vice my feet in the soil

       Dm                  Am

And all I can do is to birl round my head

       Dm                                    Am

And look at the fields as my Grandfather did

      C                       Am

And what will I see? A soil strangely red

      C                                         Am

Has been turned and readied, and soon it will show.

       Dm                               Am

When Lammas has come and the barley will sway

    Dm        G                        F                

An ocean of land. And though implements change

     G                            Em               Am

The roll of the seasons is constant and long

     F                          G                        C

And in these wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Now I stand in the corner of one summer field

And a clod of good earth is a weight in my hand

As I crumble it back to the place it belongs

I am certain I’ll follow when due course is run.

And what will be lost? My consciousness only,

The rest makes its way to its nutrient home

Enriching it back as I’ve been so enriched

In hundreds of ways. Though the cry of the world

Is loud and insistant, it would be so wrong.

For in these wide fields my whole self belongs

 

F            Em           Dm       C

Even the wind won’t go far away

F            Em        D7        G

Even the wind which is spiralling round

F          Em               Dm            Em

Even the wind, which hallows the ground

F            Am                   G                 C   repeat intro

Even the wind is aching to stay, is aching to stay.

 

Now I don’t know the truth, I know only my corner

Perhaps I am fooled, but I’m ready to be

The simple one for whom they say at his passing

He was probably wrong, but he truly believed.

We are mixing our years and our breath every moment

And tethering ourselves and not seeking release

For we recognise good, and even the wind

Is swirling around. And though everything changes,

Some fast and some slowly, I’ll stick to my song

And in these wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Through my mother’s side, through my mother’s blood

I’m drawn to this corner, this acre, this row.

My land rips and tears at the world’s artifice

Which would have me stand in some distant abyss.

And I say “to what end? Is this water not clear

Enough for your drink, this fruit not as sweet

As you think that you need?” And no answer comes

But I know what it is. For just like the metal

That’s grabbed by the magnet, so urgent and strong

I know in these  wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Even the wind won’t go far away

Even the wind which is spiralling round

Even the wind, which hallows this ground

Even the wind is aching to stay, is aching to stay.

 Even the Wind is Aching to Stay                                    27/5/08  Capo 5

by Thom Urquhart

 

Intro C  h/o E    Am h/o C p/o C  repeat 4 times

C                                          Am

Stronger than ever, this call of the earth

   C                                       Am

It holds like a vice my feet in the soil

       Dm                  Am

And all I can do is to birl round my head

       Dm                                    Am

And look at the fields as my Grandfather did

      C                       Am

And what will I see? A soil strangely red

      C                                         Am

Has been turned and readied, and soon it will show.

       Dm                               Am

When Lammas has come and the barley will sway

    Dm        G                        F                

An ocean of land. And though implements change

     G                            Em               Am

The roll of the seasons is constant and long

     F                          G                        C

And in these wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Now I stand in the corner of one summer field

And a clod of good earth is a weight in my hand

As I crumble it back to the place it belongs

I am certain I’ll follow when due course is run.

And what will be lost? My consciousness only,

The rest makes its way to its nutrient home

Enriching it back as I’ve been so enriched

In hundreds of ways. Though the cry of the world

Is loud and insistant, it would be so wrong.

For in these wide fields my whole self belongs

 

F            Em           Dm       C

Even the wind won’t go far away

F            Em        D7        G

Even the wind which is spiralling round

F          Em               Dm            Em

Even the wind, which hallows the ground

F            Am                   G                 C   repeat intro

Even the wind is aching to stay, is aching to stay.

 

Now I don’t know the truth, I know only my corner

Perhaps I am fooled, but I’m ready to be

The simple one for whom they say at his passing

He was probably wrong, but he truly believed.

We are mixing our years and our breath every moment

And tethering ourselves and not seeking release

For we recognise good, and even the wind

Is swirling around. And though everything changes,

Some fast and some slowly, I’ll stick to my song

And in these wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Through my mother’s side, through my mother’s blood

I’m drawn to this corner, this acre, this row.

My land rips and tears at the world’s artifice

Which would have me stand in some distant abyss.

And I say “to what end? Is this water not clear

Enough for your drink, this fruit not as sweet

As you think that you need?” And no answer comes

But I know what it is. For just like the metal

That’s grabbed by the magnet, so urgent and strong

I know in these  wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Even the wind won’t go far away

Even the wind which is spiralling round

Even the wind, which hallows this ground

Even the wind is aching to stay, is aching to stay.

 Even the Wind is Aching to Stay                                    27/5/08  Capo 5

by Thom Urquhart

 

Intro C  h/o E    Am h/o C p/o C  repeat 4 times

C                                          Am

Stronger than ever, this call of the earth

   C                                       Am

It holds like a vice my feet in the soil

       Dm                  Am

And all I can do is to birl round my head

       Dm                                    Am

And look at the fields as my Grandfather did

      C                       Am

And what will I see? A soil strangely red

      C                                         Am

Has been turned and readied, and soon it will show.

       Dm                               Am

When Lammas has come and the barley will sway

    Dm        G                        F                

An ocean of land. And though implements change

     G                            Em               Am

The roll of the seasons is constant and long

     F                          G                        C

And in these wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Now I stand in the corner of one summer field

And a clod of good earth is a weight in my hand

As I crumble it back to the place it belongs

I am certain I’ll follow when due course is run.

And what will be lost? My consciousness only,

The rest makes its way to its nutrient home

Enriching it back as I’ve been so enriched

In hundreds of ways. Though the cry of the world

Is loud and insistant, it would be so wrong.

For in these wide fields my whole self belongs

 

F            Em           Dm       C

Even the wind won’t go far away

F            Em        D7        G

Even the wind which is spiralling round

F          Em               Dm            Em

Even the wind, which hallows the ground

F            Am                   G                 C   repeat intro

Even the wind is aching to stay, is aching to stay.

 

Now I don’t know the truth, I know only my corner

Perhaps I am fooled, but I’m ready to be

The simple one for whom they say at his passing

He was probably wrong, but he truly believed.

We are mixing our years and our breath every moment

And tethering ourselves and not seeking release

For we recognise good, and even the wind

Is swirling around. And though everything changes,

Some fast and some slowly, I’ll stick to my song

And in these wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Through my mother’s side, through my mother’s blood

I’m drawn to this corner, this acre, this row.

My land rips and tears at the world’s artifice

Which would have me stand in some distant abyss.

And I say “to what end? Is this water not clear

Enough for your drink, this fruit not as sweet

As you think that you need?” And no answer comes

But I know what it is. For just like the metal

That’s grabbed by the magnet, so urgent and strong

I know in these  wide fields my whole self belongs.

 

Even the wind won’t go far away

Even the wind which is spiralling round

Even the wind, which hallows this ground

Even the wind is aching to stay, is aching to stay.