The Harp of the East Wind

[Verse 1] I hung a harp on a cedar tree, Let the wind play its strings for me. I don’t sing much since he set sail— But I still listen when the east wind wails. [Verse 2] Some say wind is just the sky’s old breath, A ghost too tired to carry death. But me—I think it knows his name, And carries it home through light and flame. [Chorus – soft, wordless harmony behind lead] Ooooooooh… Blow east wind, blow… / Let him know… Ooooooooh… If you see him, say I wait below. [Verse 3] I carved his face in a fig tree’s bark, Left it out where the cold gets dark. And every time the branches moan— I swear I hear him comin’ home. [Bridge – spoken over flute and oud] Wind don’t lie… It don’t weep… Just moves where the gods don’t sleep. If she’s out there—Eos, that flame— Then this harp’ll hum when she speaks his name. [Final Chorus – wind rises, voice gets stronger] Ooooooooh… Blow east wind, blow… / Let him know… If he’s gone, don’t say it so. Just blow… just blow.