The Voice of the Wind (Adapted from a poem by Margaret Corrigan)

My great-grandmother, Margaret Corrigan, wrote a lot of poems during her lifetime.
I was looking through them a couple of weeks ago and came across this one titled: The Voice of the Wind. It was one of her earlier poems, written in December of 1882.
She would have been around 20 when she wrote it.
I thought it would interesting to adapt it to a song, so I had to rework the words a little, but made every effort to keep it very close to her original poem.
I hope I did it justice, and I hope she would be pleased hearing her words put to music some 129 years later.

Song Lyrics:

WHEN THE WEARY SOUND OF THE WINTER WIND
COMES SADLY WHISTLING AND WAILING LOW
LIKE A SONG UPON A TROUBLED MIND
BRINGING GHOSTS FROM LONG AGO

LIKE SOME LONG LOST FRIEND WHOSE VOICE WE KNOW
IN THE WIND WE HEAR IT'S TONE
OLD FACES COME WITH THAT WHISPER LOW
LIKE DEAD LEAVES OVER A DARK ROAD BLOWN

BLOWN BY THAT NIGHT WIND FROM A FAR
THAT SAD OLD WIND WITH ITS LONELY SIGH
UP FROM THE VALLEY WHERE THE ECHOES ARE
SWEEPS THE COLD TOMBS, THEN FAINTLY DIES

SWEEPS THE TOMBS OF THOUGHTS LONG DEAD
AWAKENS THEM TO LIFE AGAIN
FROM THE SHADOWS OF YEARS LONG FLED
UP THEY RISE INTO THE WIND

FROM THE GRAVES WHERE LOVE AND HOPE
ARE BURIED SIDE BY SIDE
THE LOST DREAMS AND FORGOTTEN WORDS
COME WHISPERING THROUGH THAT WIND OUTSIDE

AND BACKWARD OVER THE DARKENING YEARS
WITH FLEET FOOT FANCY FAR WE GLIDE
WE LIVE NO MORE WHERE SILENT TEARS
BY TIME'S SOFT HAND, ALONE ARE DRIED

SWEEP ON COLD WIND, SWEEP ON AND BE
A MESSAGE TO US ALL
THAT HEAR THE SOLEMN HARMONY
THAT STEALS THROUGH EVERY RISE AND FALL

A MESSAGE FROM A DISTANT LAND, WITH
A PLAINTIVE CALL, AS WE WITH LINGERING FOOTSTEPS STAND
WHERE THE DYING ECHOES FALL
LIKE DEAD LEAVES FROM THE WITHERED TREES
THE SIGHING NIGHTWIND BRINGS THEM NEAR
WE WOULD NOT PART SUCH HOURS AS THESE
THE VANISHED PAST, THEY BRING SO NEAR.