The wind it whistles,
the wind it howls,
for it is in a foul mood,
and it rages all around,
yes, the wind it whistles,
and the wind it howls,
it whips down streets,
and it whistles through cities and towns,
yes, the wind it whistles and the wind it howls,
the wind it knocks me off my feet,
and it rips off roofs to outraged scowls,
yes, the wind it whistles and the wind it howls,
and it does not let me get very far,
and it goes where it wants,
and it upsets the sailors and the boats at sea,
and I am glad it has gone so far,
so far from me,
but I wish it would leave the sailors and the boats alone,
and leave them in safety,
but the wind it whistles,
and the wind it howls,
and the sailors and the boats,
can only go where the wind allows,
and I stand at the shore of the sea,
praying the sailors get to where they need to be,
praying they will be alive,
praying the wind will not have smashed their boats,
and drowned them in the cruel sea.