The mist and the rain, the mist and the rain!
Is it ay or no?
And never a glimpse of her window pane!
And I may die, but the grass will grow.
And the grass will grow, when I am gone,
And the wet west wind - and the world will go on.

Ay is the song of the wedded spheres,
No is trouble and cloud and storm;
Ay is life for a hundred years;
No will push me down to the worm.
And when I am there and dead and gone,
The wet west wind and the world will go on,
The world will go on.

The wind and the wet, the wind and the wet!
Wet west wind, how you blow, you blow!
And never a line from my lady yet!

Is it ay or no?
Is it ay or no?
Blow then, blow, and when I am gone,
The wet west wind and the world may go on.