Wind o’ the Westland
by Dana Burnet

Wind o’ the Westland, blow, blow,
Bring me the dreams of long ago,
Long, long ago.
There was a white house on the hill;
Tell me, winds, does it stand there still?
For I was the lad at the windowsill,
long, long ago.

Wind o’ the Westland, blow, blow,
Bring me the loves of long ago,
Long, long ago.
There was a garden blooming fair,
And an old, old lady walking there,
And a little lad with tousled hair,
Long, long ago.

Wind o’ the Westland, blow, blow,
Bring me the dreams of long ago,
Long, long ago.
There was a shining path that lay
Over the edge of the golden day,
And I was the lad who rode away,
Long, long ago.