I was lucky enough to see you in Liverpool and had a wonderful evening. Such talent - hope to catch you again but glad I've got your Cds to tide me over.
Speir Thoo the Wast Wind Whar goes the grey goose When he flies by Wae the wind on his tail And a scud on the sky? Dis he wing tae the hill Or roost i’ the sea? “Speir thoo the Wast wind, Bit speir no me!” Whit maks the ‘Dancers Flame i’ the sky When the Sun has gaen doon And the winds blaw high? Hoo they shiver and shimmer Sae lovely tae see. “Speir thoo the Wast wind, Bit speir no me!” Whit maks the tides than, Wae thir ebb and flow? They bore awa’ Johnnie Hid seems lang ago. And many a message I’ve sent ower the sea. “Speir thoo the Wast wind, He’ll tak id for thee.” For he, like the grey goose, Maan wander sae free, And flit like the dancers In lands far fae thee. Bit the tide o’ love’s ocean Will bring him again. Speir no the Wast wind, That weel I ken. Speir Thoo the Wast Wind Whar goes the grey goose When he flies by Wae the wind on his tail And a scud on the sky? Dis he wing tae the hill Or roost i’ the sea? “Speir thoo the Wast wind, Bit speir no me!” Source: Chrissie's Bodle. Discovering Orkney's Forgotten Writer Christina M. Costie.
Thank you FARA for this Moment of Beauty, waiting for you in Schwabmünchen!❤
Love from across the Atlantic. Got the new CD! Keep up the works. Cannot wait to hear you again in Whallonsburgh NY
Dear FARA, I love your cds and I find your compositions really inspiring :) Thank you!
I was lucky enough to see you in Liverpool and had a wonderful evening. Such talent - hope to catch you again but glad I've got your Cds to tide me over.
Great music, great song, gorgeous voice :)
Wish the words were up.
Speir Thoo the Wast Wind
Whar goes the grey goose
When he flies by
Wae the wind on his tail
And a scud on the sky?
Dis he wing tae the hill
Or roost i’ the sea?
“Speir thoo the Wast wind,
Bit speir no me!”
Whit maks the ‘Dancers
Flame i’ the sky
When the Sun has gaen doon
And the winds blaw high?
Hoo they shiver and shimmer
Sae lovely tae see.
“Speir thoo the Wast wind,
Bit speir no me!”
Whit maks the tides than,
Wae thir ebb and flow?
They bore awa’ Johnnie
Hid seems lang ago.
And many a message
I’ve sent ower the sea.
“Speir thoo the Wast wind,
He’ll tak id for thee.”
For he, like the grey goose,
Maan wander sae free,
And flit like the dancers
In lands far fae thee.
Bit the tide o’ love’s ocean
Will bring him again.
Speir no the Wast wind,
That weel I ken.
Speir Thoo the Wast Wind
Whar goes the grey goose
When he flies by
Wae the wind on his tail
And a scud on the sky?
Dis he wing tae the hill
Or roost i’ the sea?
“Speir thoo the Wast wind,
Bit speir no me!”
Source: Chrissie's Bodle. Discovering Orkney's Forgotten Writer Christina M. Costie.