Amos: The 'O Westron Wind(e)' predates Shakepeare by centuries. Perhaps the finest poem of the last millenium. O westron wind
O westron wind when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ! that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
It's even prettier in the muddled anglish. Johnny's song is certainly the one Mel is thinking of, and dear to me as my late brother and I used 2 sing it. AND the rest of you are right that he's conflating it with Bob's tune. cheers from Oak in the Acorn Labryrinth
Dennis
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