(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' both ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne streets in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out through their tents
At the fires in petrol drums, they seemed to say
Have we come to this, is it all we can do,
To sit here and wait, to see the thing through?
But to dig in their heels was a thing they'd been taught,
So they painted a sign and it sai