Sick with a fever, trapped inside
On such a windy day - she was reading a book about flies
But the nursemaid covered her eyes, and took her book away
And told her she must pray, so she prayed
That the people passing by would all begin to blow away
Leaving their groceries in the street
As the shoes dropped off their feet

And what she pictured from her bed
On such a windy day - the hats and the shoes and the groceries in the street - reminded her of the day
In a book she'd never read, but had donned a white gown and sworn to believe
Reminded her of the day
When her nursemaid said that Christ would come
To take his believers into the sky
Leaving their earthly effects behind

Dancing across her window frame
There came a little boy, with his slicker on and his arms spread wide
And his hat was very red, and he cried at the top of his voice
The cry of the joy of the surely - alive
And maybe this boy was Christ
She was sure he knew what life was for
And his hat was very red
On such a windy day