The wind came down from mountain could
And like a tide it roared and rolled
The branches groaned, the forest moaned
And leaves were laid upon the mould

The wind went on from West to east
All movement in the forest ceased
But shrill an harsh across the marsh
Its whistling voices were released

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
20
20.118
BSB Quit playing games Lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest Pubic Enemy Lyrics