The wind is roaring in the hollows;
Dancing over land and seas
And whipping waves upon the oceans;
Stripping leaves off all the trees.
It causes plants to shake and shiver;
Whistles down the chimney pots.
It sends the storm clouds racing forwards,
Catching sails upon the yachts.
The gates and fences cry in anguish;
People’s hats are carried high;
But, when you awake tomorrow morning,
You’ll find the wind has said: 'Goodbye.'
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