When the Winds are Blowing.
Reading edition
Roses red, and roses white, Roses all a-growing, Nodding to my baby bright, When the winds are blowing. Little ships upon the sea, Going, coming, coming, One will sail to you and me, When the winds are blowing. Little stars up in the sky, Golden twinkles showing, Clouds will hide them by and by, When the winds are blowing. Little ripples on the shore, Inward ever flowing, They will change to waves that roar, When the winds are blowing. Little baby on my breast, Sorrow all unknowing, May God always guard thy rest; When the winds are blowing.
