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.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark & dreary.

Be still, sad heart! And cease repining
Behind the clouds as the sun still shining,
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary...