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The north wind brings the ice and snow
And it makes us want to shiver.
It bites my fingers and my toes
And tries to freeze the river.
The east wind has a ghostly cry
And blows round field and city.
It blows the lovely blossom off
Which really is a pity.
The warm south wind comes blowing in
Across the woods and plain,
It brings warm air to brown my skin
And also ripen grain.
The westerlies will bring the rain,
And make the fields so green.
The world looks nice and fresh again
And lovely to be seen.
Copyright 1997