WHEN BLOWS THE WIND

When blows the wind and drives the sleet,

And all the trees droop down;

When all the world is sad,‘ tis meet

Good company be known:

And, in my heart, good company

Sits by the fire and sings to me.

When warriors return, and one

That went returns no more;

When dusty is the road we run,

And garners have no store;

One ingle-nook right warm shall be

Where my heart hath good company.

When man shall flee and woman fail,

And folly mock and hope deceive,

Let cowards beat the breast and wail,

I'll homeward hie; I will not grieve:

I'll curtains draw, I'll there set free

My heart's beloved boon company.

When kings shall favour, ladies call

My service to their side;

When roses grow upon the wall

Of life, and love inside;

I'll get me home with joy to be

In my heart's own good company!