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[Verse 1]
Catherine liked high places
High up, high up on the hills
A place for making noises
Like whales
Noises like the whales
Here she built a chapel
With her image
Her image on the wall
A place where she could rest and rest
And a place where she could wash
And listen to the wind blowing
[Chorus]
And listen to the wind blow
And listen to the wind
And listen to the wind blow
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
And listens to the wind blow
Listen to the wind blow
[Verse 3]
I see her in a chapel
High up on the 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
[Outro]
And listen to the wind blow
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