As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the South;
And I was thinking of the laughters
Of my love's mouth.

As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the West;
And I was thinking of the quiet
Of my love's breast.

As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the North;
And I was thinking of the countries
Black with wrath.

As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the East;
And I could think no more for pity
Of man and beast.