There’s a clean wind blowing Over hill-flower and peat, Where the bell-heather’s growing, And the brown burn flowing, And the ghost shadows going Down the glen on stealthy feet. There’s a clean wind blowing, And the breath of it is sweet. There's a clean wind blowing. And the world holds but three: The purple peak against the sky, The master-wind, and me. The moor-birds are tossing Like ships upon the sea; There’s a clean wind blowing, Free! There’s a clean wind blowing Untainted of the town, A fair hitting foeman With his glove flung down. Will you take his lordly challenge And the gauntlet that he throws, And come forth among the heather Where the clean wind blows?
- by William Henry Ogilvie (1869 - 1963) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by (Gerald) Graham Peel (1878 - 1937), "The challenge", published 1920 [ voice and piano ], London : Chappell & Co. [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
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