There is a solemn wind to-night br That sings of solemn rain; br The trees that have been quiet so long br Flutter and start again. br br The slender trees, the heavy trees, br The fruit trees laden and proud, br Lift up their branches to the wind br That cries to them so loud. br br The little bushes and the plants br Bow to the solemn sound, br And every tiniest blade of grass br Shakes on the quiet ground.