The Four Winds

When the fire burns low Embers in the searing morn Pour the last cup on the dying pyre For the four winds before setting sail Oh north, there's nothing here The hills are quiet in their decaying sleep The souls here have lost their spark Lost their spark East wind, rise brisk and tall Take me away, take me far Further still when upon the shore Upon the shore West, dear friend, rеmind me still Where my spirit liеs, and I will Reside when my heart goes still And brave south, bless my bones When the trail weighs on my soul And my fire's about to die (About to die) When the fire burns bold Embers in the smoldering dawn will glow Drink the first cup by the roaring pyre For the winds to take me far West, dear friend, remind me still Where my spirit lies, and I will Reside when my heart goes still And brave south, bless my bones When the trail weighs on my soul Breathe your life on my dying fire My fire now alight My fire now alight My fire now alight

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025