Southwind

She came to me at midnight, wokened by a dream
A storm was comin' and the sky was all lightning
I opened up the window, said "the moon is all I see"
And she said "Every star's a pyre tonight for me"

"So put up all your troubles
Leave 'em here and pray
That the southwind will carry them away
The kind you is is the kind that wants
The dark before the day
So put up all your troubles and pray"

Next day at the bell, found her knelt beside the lake
Pleadin' with the breeze in Jesus' name
Her pails all were empty, the well was run dry
And I said "Woman, now woman, don't cry

Just put up all your troubles
Leave 'em here today
Let the southwind come and carry them away
The kind you is is the kind that needs
A flowerin' ground
To put all your troubles down"

"But maybe my troubles ain't what bleed
And maybe my troubles ain't what need carried
Maybe it's me"

I came to at midnight woken by the crack
Of thunder and the whistle on the track
Ran out in the rain, saw the red light on the train
And a letter on the door when I came back

"The kind I am is the kind that wants
The pleasure of a say
In doin' what I will, not what I may

So I put up all my troubles
Left 'em here and prayed
And the southwind carried me away
The southwind carried me away"