Like The Weather

Un petit bijou de rythme et de grâce anglo-saxone à redécouvrir...

LIKE THE WEATHER

Color of the sky as far as I can see... is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then... fall again.
Shiver in my bones just thinking... about the weather.
Quiver in my lip as if... I might cry.
Well by the force of will my lungs are filled... and... so I breathe.
Lately it seems this big bed is where... I never leave.

Shiver in my bones just thinking... about the weather.
A quiver in my voice... as I cry,
"What a cold and a rainy day ;
Where on earth is the sun... hid away?"

I hear the sound of a noon bell chime... well... I'm far behind.
You've put in 'bout half a day... while... here I lie.

With a shiver in my bones just thinking... about the weather.
A quiver in my voice as if I might cry,
"What a cold and a rainy day ;
Where on earth is the sun... hid away?"

Do I need someone here to scold me,
Or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me
Out of four poster... dull torpor... pulling downward?
For it such a long time... since my... better day.
I say my prayers nightly... this will pass away.
The color of the sky is grey as I can see... through the blinds.
Lift my head from the pillow and then... fall again.

Shiver in my bones just thinking... about the weather.
A quiver in my voice... as if I might cry,
"Cold and a rainy day ;
Where on earth is the sun... hid away?
A cold and a rainy day."

I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.