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Experience “Blow, Northern Wind,” a powerful modern folk song inspired by the timeless medieval poem. Featuring soaring vocals, acoustic guitar, and lush harmonies, this fresh folk ballad captures the spirit of love and longing. Perfect for fans of Fleet Foxes, Mumford & Sons, and traditional acoustic music. Watch the official video and get swept away by this captivating, cross-generational anthem!

Blow, Northern Wind (Modern English Version)

Blow, northern wind,
Send thou me my sweeting!
Blow, northern wind,
Blow, blow, blow!

I know a lady in a bright bower,
That fully seemly is in sight,
Gracious maiden of might,
Fair and free to find;
In all this worthy dwelling,
A lady of blood and of bone
Never yet I knew none
Lovelier in the land.

With locks lovely and long,
With brow and face fair to behold,
With joys many may she mingle,
That bird so bold in bower;
With winsome eye, great and good,
With brows blissful under hood;
He that rested on the rood
May that lovely life honour!

Her look gleams light
As a lantern at night,
Her color glances so bright:
So fair she is and fine!
A sweet smile she has to hold,
With arms, shoulders as men would,
And fingers fair to fold,
God would she were mine!

Middle she has, graceful, small;
Her lovely cheer as crystal;
Thighs, legs, feet, and all,
Wrought is of the best.
A winsome lady lasting,
That sweeting is, and ever was;
A better lady never was
Praised with the highest.

She is precious in day,
Gracious, stout, and gay,
Gentle, joyous as the jay,
Worthy when she wakes.
Maiden merriest of mouth;
By east, by west, by north and south,
There is no fiddle nor crowd
That such joys makes.

She is coral of goodness,
She is ruby of righteousness,
She is crystal of cleanness,
And banner of beauty;
She is lily of largess,
She is periwinkle of prowess,
She is sun-circle of sweetness,
And lady of loyalty.

For her love I toil and care,
For her love I droop and dare,
For her love my bliss is bare,
And all I wax wan;
For her love in sleep I slack,
For her love all night I wake,
For her love mourning I make
More than any man.