chris wind works in several genres: classical-new age crossover (solo piano, sax, viola, cello, flute, often with nature backgrounds), electroacoustic (soundsca
Good Mayor What’s-His-Name looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lie round about
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night
Tho' the frost was cruel
When a poor woman came in sight
Gathering winter fuel.
“Hither Councillor, stand by me
If thou know’st telling
Yonder baggy, who is she
Where and what her dwelling."
"Sir, she lives a good league forth
Underneath the city
Right along the subway north
Where it’s not so pretty."
“Bring my limo, food, and wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see her dine
When we bear them thither."
Mayor and councillor, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.
"Sir, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails the car, I know not how
It can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, follow so
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's snow
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
Soon they came upon the spot
Where the woman huddled
Poor old soul, the mayor thought
Forsaken and befuddled.
"Come good lady, I am here
With a Christmas dinner,
Eat and drink, be of good cheer
God doth bless the sinner."
"F*** thee off and God be damned
Listen to this reprobate:
Minimum wage, no pension plan
I was forced to relocate.
Savings lasted just five years
CPP is minimal
Need for budget reform is clear
Your charity is criminal."
