Where are you going, Grey Cloud from the North?
Did you come to steal my blue sky?
Why have you taken the wind from the breeze,
Is it me that you want to see cry?
On whom are you crowing, Grey Cloud from the North?
Who do you mock from up high?
For whom have you shaken the cheer from the trees?
Do you hope they will quiver and die?
What is there in knowing, Grey Cloud from the North,
That all that Blue Sky was a lie?
What beast would you waken while we lie at ease?
You will not frighten me, not I.