Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
(Idiot Wind by Bob Dylan)
During the night the breeze blew hard
Blowing on lovers three.
Hampton hurried on jealously.
Vengeance will set him free.
He hurried home at blood-red dawn.
Right by the rowan tree
he found his Sally with Clayton.
”Vengeance shall set me free.”
He gigged him twice with his trident,
ignored his dying plea.
He dragged him to the hidden creek.
“Vengeance has set me free.”
Clayton lay in tawny waters
down by the cypress knee.
Luther alone could know his grave.
“Vengeance had set him free.”
Sally grabbed Luther by his coat.
She knew he had the key.
“Where has he taken my Clayton?
Vengeance can set me free.”
With butter, cream, and hot, fresh bread
She lured the fairies three.
“I need you to trick him real good.
Vengeance will set me free.”
Hampton put clothes on inside-out;
He feared a fairy spree.
Fairies led with will-o-the-wisps.
Vengeance could set her free.
The Fairy Kingdom’s Unseelie Court
sentenced Hampton to be
one of their souls untimely dead.
Vengeance will set her free.
Whenever neighbors of Sally
look at her rowan tree,
they gaze on the face of Hampton.
Vengeance has set her free.