Ballad of the Night Wind

April 26, 1959

Oh hear the crying night.

Oh hear the sobbing wind.

The stranger passed beneath my door

And bid me let him in.

His head was bowed in pain.

His hands were blue with cold.

His feet were bound in bloody rags.

His coat was torn and old.

My hearth was bright and warm.

My cup and larder full.

I turned the stranger from my door.

My thoughtless heart was cruel.

Oh hear the crying night.

Oh hear the sobbing wind.

The chill night blows about my heart.

HE cannot let me in!