Winds o' March

Winds, winds, winds o' March,

Singing winds, stinging winds;

Wooing, cooing.

Sighing, crying, --

Fickle winds o' March!

Now you tell of Winter dreary;

Now you whisper, panting, weary;

Now you beat the leafless larch.

Cooing, crying winds o' March.

Winds, winds, winds o' March,

Waking winds, breaking winds;

Half you fear me.

Half you cheer me.

Fickle winds o' March.

Ah, how like my moods your changing;

Like my nomad-heart your ranging;

Temper not your breath to me --

Shake me with your savage glee.

Winds, winds, winds o* March,

Chilling winds, thrilling winds;

Shy, retreating,

Restless, beating --

Fickle winds o' March.

We have souls that know each other;

We have souls that Law would smother;

Let us off to fright the larch! --

We are comrades, winds o' March.