Blow gently cold wind

I am a stranger and lost in this desert

The sun has been cruel

And the sand dunes have concealed the water from my thirsty lips

I have no map

Nor a compass to guide me.

 

Blow gently cold wind

Till darkness surrounds the horizon

And the North Star appears mercifully

to guide me through this barren land

Like a sheep dog come to lead the

stray lamb to the safety of the flock

 

Blow gently cold wind

And don't obscure my path

till I get there

for I need to rest my weary mind

and dream about the green pastures

That lie beyond the worlds end.

 

AA 16 September 1973