Oh, let the cold winds blow And let the chill freeze hell Because the rich can't see And the poor won't tell Let nature's wrath Wipe away God's grace Let the cold winds blow Against the human race If rich men and poor men cannot live in peace If hatred and sorrow and prejudice foresees If man can't find his senses before it is too late Oh, then the cold wind of hardship Will surely seal his fate And let the cold winds blow And let the chill freeze hell Because the rich can't see And the poor won't tell Let nature's wrath Wipe away God's grace Let the cold winds blow Against the human race With bombs and big, long rifles We face our fellow man Spend more time on destruction Than on nature's masterplan Spend billions of green dollars So the last war we can win But not willing to spend the penny To get to Noah's ark here And let the cold winds blow And let the chill freeze hell Because the rich can't see And the poor won't tell Let nature's wrath Wipe away God's grace Let the cold winds blow Against the human race Well, let the cold winds blow Against the human race