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