Winds, winds, winds o' March, 
  Singing winds, stinging winds; 
    Wooing, cooing. 
    Sighing, crying, --
Fickle winds o' March! 
  Now you tell of Winter dreary; 
  Now you whisper, panting, weary; 
Now you beat the leafless larch. 
Cooing, crying winds o' March. 

Winds, winds, winds o' March, 
  Waking winds, breaking winds; 
    Half you fear me. 
    Half you cheer me. 
Fickle winds o' March. 
  Ah, how like my moods your changing; 
  Like my nomad-heart your ranging; 
Temper not your breath to me -- 
Shake me with your savage glee. 

Winds, winds, winds o* March, 
  Chilling winds, thrilling winds; 
    Shy, retreating, 
    Restless, beating -- 
Fickle winds o' March. 
  We have souls that know each other; 
  We have souls that Law would smother; 
Let us off to fright the larch! -- 
We are comrades, winds o' March.