When will this wind change,
herding rain-laden clouds from the west?
Nights of hidden moonlight
bring only storms, no golden dawns.
Herding rain-laden clouds from the west,
the tempest flies, bringing
on ragged crow wings
nights of hidden moonlight.
Where are the deep sea pearls?
The diamonds that seed the sky
bring only storms, no golden dawns,
and no birds sing in the teeth of the gale,
no white-winged ships fly the cloudy seas.