In furious gales of blinding snow;
The blizzard that blinds your sight,
Changing fields from green to white;
Feel the cold chill in the winter air,
The gusty wind rushing through your hair.
Oh how the wind does blow,
Branches waving to and fro;
Litter blown across the street,
People swept right off their feet;
The wind begins it's mighty battle,
Doors slam shut and windows rattle.
Oh how the wind does blow,
A desert storm begind to grow;
The golden sea of shifting sands,
Moved around by an invisible hands;
A dust storm strikes with might,
Turning the light of day into a night.
Oh how the wind does blow,
A flame erupts from an embers glow;
The fire spreads with greatest ease,
On a summer day and gentle breeze;
The wind flowing althought out of sight,
Fires blazing throughout the night.
Oh how the wind does blow,
As tempsts brew birds fly low;
ships are tossed upon the sea,
Lightning strikes so wild and free;
The flashing sky and thick black cloud,
A thunder clap that sounds so loud.
Oh how the wind does blow,
The hurricane that starts so slow;
death and destruction within it's wake,
Nothing is too sacred for it to take;
Now the storm is dying fast'
But of the wind we have not seen the last.