Which way does the wind blow,
And where does he go?
He rides o’er the water
And over the snow;
O’er wood and o’er valley,
And over the height—
Where goats cannot traverse
He taketh his flight.
He rages and tosses,
And bare is the tree,
Which way does the wind blow,
And where does he go?
He rides o’er the water
And over the snow;
O’er wood and o’er valley,
And over the height—
Where goats cannot traverse
He taketh his flight.
He rages and tosses,
And bare is the tree,