The Wind in the Reeds

The fire is warm
And the night it is torn
And i'm hearing the wind in the reeds

It's that old rattle
As the blast starts to battle
And the old clock says that it's half past three

This is no place
Is no place to be
Home is no place to be

I can't turn in
Cause the dreams will just begin
In the voice of the wind in the reeds

So I must wait
For the cold dawn to break
And the sound of a waking industry

This is no place
Is no place to be
Home is no place to be