How the wind whistles and roars!

How he blows, he blows, and he blows!

But what does he say at the doors?

Nobody knows, nobody knows.

The ground is covered with white,

For it snows, it snows, and it snows;

But it falls so silent at night

That nobody knows, nobody knows.

The grass is springing again,

In the sunshine and the rain—

How, nobody knows, nobody knows.

Hear the black cock flap his wings!

And he crows, he crows, and he crows;

But whether he laughs or he sings,

Why, nobody knows, nobody knows.

The brook runs sparkling along,

And it flows, it flows, and it flows;

But what is its rippling song,

Why, nobody knows, nobody knows.

The cow comes down through the lane,

And she lows, she lows, and she lows;

But what she says it is plain

Over the fields and away

Fly the crows, the crows, the crows;

They caw, they caw, but they say

What nobody knows, nobody knows.