The howling winds
They are wails wild
The moaning earth
She is grieving
Her back is heavy
Her bosom full
Laden with men's might
She is so very weary
The sun shines not
During those days
When her tears fall
A cold piercing rain
It is foretelling
That we should regard
And give way for
That she can live
For a world perished
Cannot be a home
Only her life gives life
In the howling winds