Western Wind Fairport Convention

Oh western wind when will thou blow
The small rain down can rain
And if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again
And I in my bed again, and I in my bed again
And I in my bed again

Now western winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather

Now waving grain wild o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
The moon shines bright as I rove at night
To muse upon my charier

The partridge loves the fruitful fells
The plover loves the mountain
The woodcock haunts thе lonely dells
The soaring hеrn the fountains

Through lofty groves the cushat roves
Tine path of man to shun it
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn the linnet