Song...unsung

“Dear morning breeze, please be at ease
And rest a while with me
And if you could, do be so good
To help me out, you see,
The woman I love lives to the north
And seldom do we meet
So please repeat my words so sweet
To her, oh wind, go forth.”

Over the hills and over the seas
My heart sings you a song
Oh lover won’t you hear my words:
Return where you belong.

“Oh midday calm, sit on my palm”
And deftly her hand rose
The wind sat down and then she said:
“You’ve seen him I suppose?
I know I have been mean to her
I know we used to fight
But wrongs I’ll right, I’ll hold her tight
Yet wind, why look so grim?”

Over the mountains, over the lakes
My heart sings you a song
These whispered words sound in the wind:
Come back where you belong.

The wind spoke calmly from his hand
“You read me like an open book:
Up in the north I crossed each land
And sang your song, but long it took
Before I found who you hold dear.
Alas, my words she would not hear.

Instead she sang her song out loud:
"A frozen heart you’ve given me,
By jealous lies, our fights and doubts
But all of it is yours, you see:
The moment it melts, it cries () for you
Our love will then again be true.”

Over the valleys, over the plains
My heart brings you a song
The answer wasn’t what she hoped:
“Tis here that I belong.”

The wind rose up in strength and said:
“She told me then you should have sent
The sun with mighty rays instead
For sunlight reaches foe and friend
And even when clouds hide her light
You know Injèrá lingers, bright

But we, the winds, all four of us
Direct your love but in one way
And all-compassing love, confess,
Is what winds never will convey
Yet once your love shines like the sun
Your hearts will beat again as one.”

Over the rivers, over the beach
My heart brings you a song
I hope you’ll help me melt my heart:
To you it still belongs.

An evening storm had just been born
And she cried out to it
“Twas all I gave, and all I craved
Was just to have a bit
Of love returned, but unconcerned
She lives on far away
So let her stay there, yes, she may,
A lonely life she earned!”

Over the deserts, over the woods
Two hearts have sang their song
The nightly hour shows no sun
In darkness they belong.

The night appeared, and no wind stirred,
And not a songbird heard
Exhausted lay, on heaps of hay
The lady undisturbed
A song still played on in his mind
He dreamt of love and light
Her smile was bright, by end of night
As dawn left all behind.

Over the islands, over the caves
The dawn brings a new song
Injèrá’s rays are full of grace:
“Together we belong”.