The wind is blowing
The rain is flowing
The lawn I am mowing
Isn't really showing
The water is cold
Beware is what I was told
Into poverty I was sold
I need a hand to hold
The earth is warm
I feel new born
During this storm
In the morn'
I feel the air
My skin is bare
I sit and stare
In my chair
Written by Matthew Proulx and Timothy Hand.
