The day is mild and motionless And everything is fine Sleepy swells come rolling in The sea has peace of mind All this she sees but she can't feel no ease Inside the house she tries her best To make it all look nice But knick-knacks tend, well in the end To make a thin disguise The house is large and bleak And you can't hide typhoons inside In you typhoons reside Nice tea-cosies mymble Shaped and mirrors very small China kittens, little shells Maxims in silk and all Why can't these pretty things give comfort now? She knows the night is soon to fall The windows are too tall The lamps look lost, the sofa seems to Huddle against the wall And life is so very large that you may die The storms decide Out there typhoons decide