THE WINDS ARE CALLING BY THE FRONT DOOR

The winds are calling by the front door

"Get yourself up and

Get out here this instant

In your sienna shirt

And that tattered old overcoat of yours"

Then another wind screams hot on its heels

"We're all here

Waiting for you to show yourself

We've got your favorite drops of sleet

Shooting across the air

So rush out, will you

And keep your promise to marry

The one among us

Who sings with a beautiful soprano voice

In the blackened forest of trees without leaves

Above the giant jagged rock in the distance"

The winds continue their screaming

Not letting up for an instant