The wintry sky is darkening
As storm clouds gather all around,
The cold, wet rain is scattering
On meadow, mountain, sea and town.
December nights are drawing near
And heavy fall the winter rains;
Darknesss, depression, cold and fear
As night time waxes, daylight wanes.
And through the frosted bathroom panes
Of Europe and the lands within,
The people look out at the rain
As winter’s dirges now begin.
The coldness cutting like a knife
Into the heart of every man:
Angel of death, giver of life,
The cold, refreshing, chilling rain.
On land and sea it softly falls,
On hill and lowland in between,
While peasant farmer’s wrinkled hands
Beg for the rain he’s never seen.
Down from the North, the chill winds blow,
The cold, hard rain is cutting deep,
While in the tropics far below,
The warm rain falls, the selva sleeps.
And from the frosted bathroom panes
Of Europe and the lands within,
The people look out at the rain
As winter’s dirges now begin.
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