Answer:
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
I can only be played on a windy day