South-Westerly-2

What ecstasy you've got into Tumbling home, me and all you do Frisky sometimes in perfect rhyme Frowning sometimes in hassling mime Breeziest breeze but not a gale Brisk hurling litters all in bale See, the surging sea..you're roaring Upping, upping tides overlapping See, the flying birds..you're pushing Downing down in your tilting See, the tottering trees..you're beating Fluttering leaves in your strewing See, the slamming doors..you're hitting Drying clothes far in your tumbling See, the swirling dust..you're rolling Up and down all around you're spraying What ecstasy you've got into Dusting my eyes you're into O'naughty Wind, South West Wind I would say but at the end Summer solace you are my friend Soothing mercy o' you abound O'Monsoon wind, South West Wind So good, so good..yet dear friend How would I say still at the end 'Hats off to you' o' naughty wind