The wind blows
Oh the wind, how it blows, how it blows.
The wind whirls the leaves off afar,
Arches trees, trees in ranks, trees in hosts.
Tell me where, where you are, where you are.
How it rains, how it snows, how it snows.
Youre not to be found any more.
Your image pursues me, it haunts
Everywhere, every day, every hour.
From the sky drizzle far misty thoughts,
Oh the wind, how it blows, how it blows.
1924