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The Weatherman Lyrics

Artist: Eleanor McEvoy
Album: What's Following Me

(Eleanor McEvoy)

Keep the weatherman sweet,
Then begin sweeping the driveway.
News is that the heatâ‚¬â„¢s
Coming in, Thursday or Friday.
Now Iâ‚¬â„¢m a little slow to see
How weathermanâ‚¬â„¢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 itâ‚¬â„¢s gonna get wetter
Seven days of the week.
Hopes are high itâ‚¬â„¢s gonna get better
Now, Iâ‚¬â„¢m not in the hoping game
Thatâ‚¬â„¢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 canâ‚¬â„¢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 Iâ‚¬â„¢m looking for now
Twelve days grey whatâ‚¬â„¢s in store.

Keep the weatherman sweet
Then go off, buy an umbrella
Go and wait for the sun
Go and dream beautiful weather
Iâ‚¬â„¢m much too old for dreams
Now thatâ‚¬â„¢s a little bit sad,
But not as sad as it seems
When dreams have been a thorny crown
Itâ‚¬â„¢s not so sad when theyâ‚¬â„¢re tumblinâ‚¬â„¢ down

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