The wintry west extends its blast, And hail and rain doth blow; Or, the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snow: While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And rowes frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And thole the heartless day. Blow, winter, snow and tak' it a', The green tha' canna keep; The gale that grieves the lifeless trees Will lull my heart to sleep. The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast, The joyless winter day. Let others fear, to me more dear Than a' the pride o' May: The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join; The leafless trees, my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine. Come hail and rain, ye ken my pain, Ye say what I canna say; The wind's lament is my content, It bears me through the day. Blaw, winter, snaw and tak' it a', The green tha' canna keep; The gale that grieves the lifeless trees Will lull my heart to sleep. Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm, I rest; they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want, O' do Thou grant, This ae request o' mine. Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.
