The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering* wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering* wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
