My house shakes from the wind tonight
the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro
A-whistling down out of the North
from icicled lands bound in snow

The poor I see go back and forth
across the roads of my hometown
As winter storms engulf their souls
like bowling pins to be knocked down

Inside my home the weather's warm
outside a wicked gale does blow
I can't help thinking to myself
of those who have no where to go

I find it hard to rest myself
while brothers walk the lamp lit cold
As bad it must be for the young
it is a nightmare to the old

Tonight I'll brave the surly streets
who can say they know of their role
Perhaps we're here for fortunes sake
to share the warmth with one lost soul


Tate
Original with music and pictures
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