Lyrics
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, shh
And listen to the wind blowing
And listen to the wind blow
And listen to the wind
(And listen to the wind blow)
She dreamt of children's voices (she dreamt of children's voices)
And torture on the wheel (and torture, torture on the wheel)
Patron Saint of nothing (Patron Saint of nothing, nothing, nothing)
A woman of the hills (just of the hills)
She once was once a lady (what a lady)
Of pleasure and high-born (pleasure, high, high, high)
A lady of the city (lady of the city)
But now she sits and moans (moaning, moaning, moan)
And listens to the wind blows (listen, and listens to the wind blows)
Listen to the wind blow (ah)
I see her in her chapel (I see her in her chapel)
High up on the hill (high up on the hill)
She must be so lonely (so lonely)
Oh mother, can't we give (Catherine)
A husband to our Catherine? (a husband, Catherine)
A handsome one, a dear? (a handsome one, Catherine)
A rich one for the lady (a rich one, Catherine)
Someone to listen with? (someone, listen) Shh
And listen to the wind blow (and listen to the wind blowing)
And listen to the wind blow (and listen to the wind blowing)
And listen to the wind blow (and listen to the wind blowing)
And listen to the wind blow (and listen to the wind blowing)
