Caturday Poetry: Special Musical Edition

My sweet old kitty Miriah, as in, "They Call the Wind..."

Way out here they have a name

For wind and rain and fire

The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe,

And they call the wind Miriah

Miriah blows the stars around,

Sets the clouds a'flyin'

Miriah makes the mountain sound

Like folks was up there dyin'

Miriah, Miriah

They call the wind Miriah.

Before I knew Miriah's name

And heard her wail and whinin'

I had a gal and she had me

And the sun was always shinin'

Then one day I left my gal,

I left her far behind me

And now I'm lost,

So gol-durned lost 

Not even God can find me

Miriah, Miriah

They call the wind Miriah.

Out here they have a name

For rain wind and fire only

When you're lost and all alone

There ain't no name for lonely

I'm a lost and lonely man

Without a star to guide me

Miriah, blow my love to me,

I need my gal beside me

Miriah, Miriah

They call the wind Miriah.

Mairiah, Miriah

They call the wind Miriah.

Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe