Haint Wind Blowin'

I'm a woman of constant haints, I’ve seen trouble where the dark winds wail. The widow wind claws through the laurel hell, Her jagged teeth gnaw at my weary trail. The rain comes hammerin’ like fists of the drowned, Spirits unburied draggin’ this soul down. Fog rolls thick with gray hands that never sleep, Eyes glow hungry in the pines, just out of reach. Haint wind blowin’! Tearin’ through the pines! Rain like judgment washin’ out the lines! Cold hands reachin’ from the mountain’s core! But my family’s hearth is callin’ me once more! I’m walkin’ home through the teeth and the bone, Family light leadin’—I ain’t dyin’ alone! The cold it bites with a reaper’s icy kiss, Freezin’ my marrow, stealin’ my bliss. Lightning reveals twisted forms slitherin’ near, Haints whisperin’ lies that feed on my fear. But yonder I see my husband's eyes so bright, Young’uns laughin’ by the fire’s warm light. These ancient ridges hold the bones of kin long gone, Their restless spirits sing their sorrowed song. Yet stronger than the storm or the freezin’ breath Is the pull of home and defyin’ death. The smell of woodsmoke and the lantern’s glow, Little ones waitin’—that hope won’t let me go. Haint wind blowin’! You can’t claim this soul! Rain and cold and dark, your grip I stole! Family’s callin’ louder than your roar, I’m comin’ home, back to my door! I’m comin’ home! I’m comin’ home! I’m comin’ home! I’m comin’ home! Through the haints… through the night… love wins the fight! I'm a woman… bound for home again… The haints are howlin’… but love will win.