The Wind
The wind blows in from the sea.
Telling tales of misery.
Ships and men lost in the night.
Wrecked and sunk, out of sight.
Boasting, whistling, shrieking to hell.
Hear the tolling of the alarm bell.
Bending trees in the way.
Falling down in dismay.
Crashing, roaring, like a runaway train.
Across the land and back again
Nothing can withstand.
The wind is master of the land.
The wind blows in from the sea.
In summer it's calm and nice.
In winter cold as ice.
With it comes the hail and sleet.
Knocking you off your feet.
Terrible and grand.
The wind is master of the land.
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