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OLD ADAM.
The wind is blowing cold from the west,
And your hair is gray and thin;
Come in, old Adam, and shut the door,—
Come in, old Adam, come in!
“The wind is blowing out o' the west,
Cold, cold, and my hair is thin;
But it is not there, that face so fair,
And why should I go in?”
And your hair is gray and thin;
Come in, old Adam, and shut the door,—
Come in, old Adam, come in!
“The wind is blowing out o' the west,
Cold, cold, and my hair is thin;
But it is not there, that face so fair,
And why should I go in?”
The wind is blowing cold from the west;
The day is almost gone;
The cock is abed, the cattle fed,
And the night is coming on!
Come in, old Adam, and shut the door,
And leave without your care.
“Nay, nay, for the sun of my life is down,
And the night is everywhere.”
The day is almost gone;
The cock is abed, the cattle fed,
And the night is coming on!
Come in, old Adam, and shut the door,
And leave without your care.
“Nay, nay, for the sun of my life is down,
And the night is everywhere.”
The cricket chirps, and your chair is set
Where the fire shines warm and clear:
Come in, old Adam, and you will forget
It is not the spring o' the year.
Come in! the wind blows wild from the west,
And your hair is gray and thin.
“'T is not there now, that sweet, sweet brow,
And why should I go in?”
Where the fire shines warm and clear:
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It is not the spring o' the year.
Come in! the wind blows wild from the west,
And your hair is gray and thin.
“'T is not there now, that sweet, sweet brow,
And why should I go in?”
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