The Weatherman Lyrics

(Eleanor McEvoy)

Keep the weatherman sweet,
Then begin sweeping the driveway.
News is that the heat€™s
Coming in, Thursday or Friday.
Now I€™m a little slow to see
How weatherman€™s words are gonna satisfy me
Words can change my point of view
Only if they prove to be true

Seven inches of rain,
I believe it€™s gonna get wetter
Seven days of the week.
Hopes are high it€™s gonna get better
Now, I€™m not in the hoping game
That€™s a kind of a pity and a bit of a shame
But hope can be a two-edged sword
And a luxury that I just can€™t afford

Twelve days, snow would spread the cold around
Twelve days heat would melt the snow on the ground
Twelve days sun is what I€™m looking for now
Twelve days grey what€™s in store.

Keep the weatherman sweet
Then go off, buy an umbrella
Go and wait for the sun
Go and dream beautiful weather
I€™m much too old for dreams
Now that€™s a little bit sad,
But not as sad as it seems
When dreams have been a thorny crown
It€™s not so sad when they€™re tumblin€™ down

Repeat CHORUS

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