The Weatherman Lyrics

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

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