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.
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