Pull up high the drawbridge

Batten down the hatch

Seal up all the windows

Put the door on latch

The wind moans in the chimney

Rain rattles on the glass

The surface of the water white

Fir tree thrumming like a mast

But you and me we’re grateful

For this house built on a rock

And for this wet wild Sunday

That somehow slows the clock

So let’s watch the world from distance

As it blows and bustles by

Throw another log onto the fire

And on the sofa lie

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