It rains, and the wind is never weary,
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust more dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold and dark and dreary,
It rains and the wind is never weary,
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
And youth’s fond hopes fall thick in the blast,
And my life is dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart and cease repining
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining
Thy fate is the common fate of all
Into each life some rain must fall
Some days must be dark and dreary.