Weeping Winds

Bobby, Gerald Rooney and Tom-Boy Loudon in Long Kesh prison camp.

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Weeping Winds

Oh! Cold March winds your cruel laments

Are hard on prisoners' hearts,

For you bring my mother's pleading cries

From whom I have to part.

I hear her weeping lonely sobs

Her sorrows sweep me by,

And in the dark of prison cell

A tear has warmed my eye.

Oh! Whistling winds why do you weep

When roaming free you are,

Oh! Lonely winds that walk the night

To haunt the sinner's soul

Pray pity me a wretched lad

Who never will grow old.

Pray pity those who lie in pain

The bondsman and the slave,

And whisper sweet the breath of God

Upon my humble grave.

Oh! Cold March winds that pierce the dark

You cry in aged tones

For souls of folk you've brought to God

But still you bear the moans.

Oh! Weeping wind this lonely night

My mother's heart is sore,

Oh! Lord of all breathe freedom's breath

That she may weep no more.

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