Oh! Cold March winds your cruel laments <br />Are hard on prisoners' hearts, <br />For you bring my mother's pleading cries <br />From whom I have to part. <br />I hear her weeping lonely sobs <br />Her sorrows sweep me by, <br />And in the dark of prison cell <br />A tear has warmed my eye. <br /> <br />Oh! Whistling winds why do you weep <br />When roaming free you are, <br />Oh! Lonely winds that walk the night <br />To haunt the sinner's soul <br />Pray pity me a wretched lad <br />Who never will grow old. <br />Pray pity those who lie in pain <br />The bondsman and the slave, <br />And whisper sweet the breath of God <br />Upon my humble grave. <br /> <br />Oh! Cold March winds that pierce the dark <br />You cry in aged tones <br />For souls of folk you've brought to God <br />But still you bear the moans. <br />Oh! Weeping wind this lonely night <br />My mother's heart is sore, <br />Oh! Lord of all breathe freedom's breath <br />That she may weep no more.<br /><br />Bobby Sands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeping-winds/
