Life wouldn’t be the same, without no early morning sun.
The one that I can’t look at
The one that makes my eyes run.
Life wouldn’t be the same, without the daily rain
Freezing cold against my skin
Leaving face and hands in pain.
And if it wasn’t for the snow and wind,
My winter clothes would be binned
No longer would that woollen dress
Around the curves of my body caress
Nor would my simple figure be
Buried far below for none to see
Yet in the summer when the heat reaches its brink
I’m not worshipping the sun as you may think
For in the summer the nights are warm
And it is in the evening that I do dawn
Although I know I have chose
Never to see the summer sun full rose
But hidden beneath my cloak, right here
I try to remember and shed a tear.
