A light wend it whistles through cracks in the wall

It sings through the keyhole and sighs down the hall.

It rustles the leaves as it blows through the trees,

And calls your name softly as it moans through the eves.

And then with a rush and a terrible roar

it whips up the ocean in a frenzy of foam.

It stirs up the sea like a giant crazy hand

and sends huge waves crashing up high on the land.

It sends white horses racing across the wide bay,

Their white manes flying backas we watch in dismay.

Big boats they seek shelter in the lea of the shore, 

As the storm it rages Now out of control.

It rips off the thatch and the tiles from the roofs,

And frightens the people who live in the house,

It rips up the trees and cuts off the power

and brings nothing but terror for hour after hour.

And then all at once at the first light of dawn

it ceases to blow and once more all is calm,

It reduces itself to a light gentle breeze

and whispers your name as it blows through the eves.