When all the land is sleeping tight
There is a noise within the night
A noise to touch the sinews of your mind.
To those who hear it at it's best
Exalt its sound, as others rest,
And thank the Lord he gave it to mankind.

She hums and blows her gentle breezes,
Comes and goes just as she pleases,
Spreads pastoral verses as her theme;
And when the twilight fills the air
Her vivid strains are ever there
For anyone who worships her esteem.

Her voice caresses mighty trees,
Bends their limbs with awesome ease,
Oaks submit and beeches stand-a-quiver.
She shakes their leaves when passing through,
Sings a chorus just for you,
A symphony of joy to make you shiver.

At times when anger can prevail
She tests her strength and blows a gale
She proves the very essence of her skill.
She fans her substance all around,
Her lusty bluster so profound,
She punishes the ground with all her will.

But she knows it's daylight soon
So then she sings a different tune
And bestows a temperate ballad clear and bright;
And when the darkness leaves the earth
She whistles warm for all she's worth;
There's no sound like the wind makes in the night.