The Four Winds
Wandering Souls: A Journey with the Four Winds
Lyrics
When the fire burns low
Reflecting on a dwindling flame
Embers in the searing morn
The remains in the morning's intense heat
Pour the last cup on the dying pyre
Pouring the last offering on the fading funeral pyre
For the four winds before setting sail
Preparing to embark, invoking the four winds
Oh north, there's nothing here
Expressing desolation in the northern direction
These hills are quiet in their decaying sleep
Describing quiet hills in a state of decay
The souls here have lost their spark
Depicting souls devoid of vitality
Lost their spark
Reiterating the loss of vitality
East wind, rise brisk and tall
Invoking the east wind to transport the speaker
Take me away, take me far
Yearning for a journey to distant places
Further still when upon the shore
Desiring to go even further from the shore
Upon the shore
Repetition of the desire to venture beyond the shore
West, dear friend, remind me still
Calling upon the west wind for a reminder
Where my spirit lies, and I will
Asking to be reminded of the speaker's spiritual place
Reside when my heart goes still
Committing to residing in the spiritual place during death
And brave south, bless my bones
Seeking blessings from the brave south
When the trail weighs on my soul
Weighing down of the soul on a difficult path
And my fire's about to die
Approaching the end of life's metaphorical fire
About to die
Emphasizing the imminent end of the metaphorical fire
When the fire burns bold
Anticipating a vigorous flame
Embers in the smoldering dawn will glow
Glowing embers in the quiet morning
Drink the first cup by the roaring pyre
Drinking from the first cup near a lively pyre
For the winds to take me far
Preparing for the winds to carry the speaker
West, dear friend, remind me still
Repetition of calling upon the west wind for a reminder
Where my spirit lies, and I will
Reiterating the need to be reminded of the speaker's spiritual place
Reside when my heart goes still
Recommitting to residing in the spiritual place during death
And brave south, bless my bones
Seeking blessings again from the brave south
When the trail weighs on my soul
Reiteration of the soul's burden on a difficult path
Breathe your life on my dying fire
Pleading for revitalization of the dying fire
My fire now alight
Acknowledging the current vitality of the fire
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