Listening to the Wind That Blows - Billy Bragg, Wilco

There’s a girl as she is sleeping

Sleeping in her sweet repose

I’m her broken-hearted sweetheart

Listening to that wind that blows

When my good friends gather 'round me Where my graveyard flowers grow

In my grave I’ll be there sleeping

Listening to that wind that blows

Blow, wind, blow, long low and lonesome

Blow, wind, blow, where no heart knows

I’m your lonesome-hearted listener

Listening to that lonesome wind that blows

On those ocean sands I wandered

Where those whitecap breakers roll

I walked along the beach at midnight

Listening to that wind that blows

In this great and crowded city

Where the silver dollar flows

Many’s a broken-hearted sweetheart

Listening to that wind that blows

Blow, wind, blow, long low and lonesome

Blow, wind, blow, where no heart knows

I’m your lonesome-hearted listener

Listening to that lonesome wind that blows

I dreamt last night we lay together

Arm in arm we took a stroll

I woke up and the sky was cloudy

Listening to that wind that blows

Has it come your time to leave me?

Has it come your time to go?

Always, dear, I’ll be here waiting

Listening to that wind that blows

Blow, wind, blow, long low and lonesome

Blow, wind, blow, where no heart knows

I’m your lonesome-hearted listener

Listening to that lonesome wind that blows