The wind, the wind, the wind is coming,
Fast as a bird.
Slower, faster, getting faster,
Calm down, please calm down.
 
The wind, the wind, the wind is coming,
With its ghostly howl,
Past the houses with a roar,
And a crash and a creak,
Flapping bags and paper, I hate the wind.
 
The wind, the wind, the wind is coming,
Sadly tired out,
He’s left lying on the floor.
Time to go somewhere else,
Blowing and howling away.