Great dabs of gray, And the wind moans And the snow spins dark. Down down the cold wet strains and lashes. Wild flurries of gray, Wild rending gusts, And there's a moaning, moaning, While the spinning snow falls dark. Down down the wind and the lashing wet. Sobs in the gray And sobs in my heart. It has come gloom, And the wind moans And the snow spins blind in the night. Down down the black wind strains and lashes. Sobs in the night, And there's a moaning, moaning, in the gloom. |