Wild Winds

Oh, oh, how the wild winds blow!

Blow high,

Blow low,

And whirlwinds go,

To chase the little leaves that fly—

Fly low and high,

To hollow and to steep hill-side;

They shiver in the dreary weather,

And creep in little heaps together,

And nestle close and try to hide.

Oh, oh, how the wild winds blow!

Blow low,

Blow high,

And whirlwinds try

To find a crevice—to find a crack,

They whirl to the front; they whirl to the back.

But Tommy and Will and the baby together

Are snug and safe from the wintry weather.

All the winds that blow

Cannot touch a toe—

Cannot twist or twirl

One silken curl.

They may rattle the doors in a noisy pack,

But the blazing fires will drive them back.