Hotchpotch by the Wind whirl

Tell my mother I gone a strange land
And my Niece and neighbour i comes back soon
Whether in the silly winters or the sacred moon
Don't know yet how far this adventures odyssey going to take me
They should not weep and sorry be

To my greatest fear i was bovvered
Floated like a Chopper in the azure sky hovered and covered!
Who shall save me off this predicament smites
The wind tossed me high as if a kites
 has rapture
took its place?

A thoughtful and hotchpotch by the untamed wind I indeed whirls
Up and up in a Gothicizing swells

Tell them a ghost of no county moved to sing hallelujah with the holy saints of old time in the air.