Night Winds (Peter C. Lutkin)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-10). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 575 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1896 Clayton F. Summy Co.
Original text and translations
Ho! yo ho! the winds are calling,
Knocking at the cottage door,
While I sit and idly fancy
Many voices in their roar.
I can hear the sailors shouting
Where the seas are white with foam,
While they think of children sleeping
In their quiet beds at home.
Ho! yo ho! the winds are sighing
Underneath the cottage eaves,
In the dreary darkness moaning,
Like a tender voice that grieves.
And the maples creak and shiver,
Yet my heart can gaily sing,
I have caught a sound of promise
From the coming Spring.
Ho! yo ho! the winds are saying,
Spring is coming, full of mirth,
You may hear her footsteps patter,
Lightly on the frozen earth.
Storms may wake and winds be wailing,
Clouds be black with icy rain,
Yet be sure the grass is creeping,
Upward to the life again.