The morning is black and cold
And the mean wind blows against the house.
I would like to walk in the mean wind.
But my baby lies sleeping.
The rain will come and the snow
The ground will be frozen and grey
All the earth around here looks dead
Because the winter has come.
As I listen to the air move so fiercely
My heart quivers and I am afraid
Such weather has no mercy on anything
The house stands about us and cradles us safely.
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