Grey Dawns and Red

Cold is the rain and cold the wind, The cock gives dawn shrill greeting; But a shadow steals across the blind, And oh! my heart is beating. The rain drives down, the wind tears past, The cock shrills through the gloaming; But love is in the house at last, And sorrow flies his homing. Though the world look dark through wind and rain, And the dismal cock's a-crowing; I'll sigh no more for the nights to wane, And its oh! for the red dawn's glowing. Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury