In this weather, in this windy storm

In this weather, in this windy storm,

I would never have sent the children out;

They were carried outside -

I could say nothing about it!

In this weather, in this roaring storm,

I would never have let the children out.

I was afraid they had falllen ill,

but these thoughts are now idle.

In this weather, in this cruel storm,

I would never have let the children out;

I was worried they would die the next day -

but this is now no concern.

In this weather, in this cruel storm,

I would never have sent the children out;

They were carried outside -

I could say nothing about it!

In this weather, in this roaring, cruel storm,

they rest as they did in their mother's house:

they are frightened by no storm,

and are covered by the hand of God.