Walking Song
by Rosina and the Weavers
Walking Song
I clothe you gently
In strange melancholy
Cause I rule my kingdom
With the tenderest tyranny
Golden gorse glowing
Cattle graze hillsides
We’ve always stepped an
Invisible line
The winds coming in babe, from the South
Severing skin from the bone
The winds coming in babe, and it’s got a cold fist
Well it’s gonna lead me home, Well it’s gonna lead me home
Rain on the harbour
Birds blacken skies
How can what’s human
Be transformed divine?
Tides on the mudflats
The pull of the moon
But I won’t rest easy
‘Til I’ve heard your croon
The winds coming in babe, from the South
Severing skin from the bone
The winds coming in babe, and it’s got a cold fist
Well it’s gonna lead me home, Well it’s gonna lead me home
POET PROFILE
Rosina is a poet and songwriter, who found her performance feet on the Poetry Live stage.
Her poetic song writing is predominantly influenced by literature and folk music traditions, but she revels in working with The Weavers who allow for full noise versions of the songs to come to life. Rosina & The Weavers released an album entitled “Hitching The Starlight Highway” in January of this year and toured the South Island in celebration. You can find them wherever you listen to music, or follow them on social media: @rosinaandtheweavers