Monday, January 30, 2006

Night of the Wailin’ Wind

Night of the Wailin’ Wind
Words and music by Jack Dingler

It was bright, summer night that was the last time, you shone so bright
You used to laugh, you used to smile, you used to joke, I could get you so riled
You were my brother, you were my friend and if I could, I’d have it all again
I’d take back, that wicked night. That knock on the door and the night of the wailin’ wind

It didn’t seem right on such a starry night that you’d be taken, taken from our lives
I remember, opening the door and finding two policemen, with faces so low
It must be the worst, duty a man can have, to tell a mother that her son has passed
And I still remember, those surreal scenes, the screaming an wailing, the broken dreams

And it was just a little, piece of lead, that left you lyin, cold and close to death.
It was a hard night with choices made, it was cold night, with calls to make
It was a hard dawn, it was a hard day, it was a hard way, with nothing but heartbreaks
And we laid you down, we prayed for peace. We prayed for you. We prayed for release

It was bright, summer night that was the last time, you shone so bright
You used to laugh, you used to smile, you used to joke, I could get you so riled
You were my brother, you were my friend and if I could, I’d have it all again
I’d take back, that wicked night. That knock on the door and the night of the wailin’ wind

I’d take back, that little piece of lead, that left you lyin, cold and close to death.
I’d take back that lonesome night, when the stars were shining bright, and you left our lives
There’d be no hard dawn, there’d be no hard day, there’d be no hard way, and not a single heartbreak
And you’d come on home, and we’d laugh a while, we’d fight a while, and we’d say good night…

And I think of you, on bright summer nights. When the stars are shining bright and everything’s all right.
And I remember, how you used to laugh, how you used to smile how I got you so riled
You’re still my brother, you’re still my friend and when the time comes, I’ll see you again.
We’ll forget, that wicked night, that knock on the door and the night of the wailin’ wind

You’re still my brother, you’re still my friend and when the time comes, I’ll see you again.
We’ll forget, that wicked night, that knock on the door and the night of the wailin’ wind

That night of the wailin’ wind.

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