Dead weight everywhere – sky’s loaded,
Heavy with grey. No wind to break
This sombreness and what could shake
This gloom? Lightness has been outmoded
No lamps on yet, no breeze to stir,
In all the world one hope – it’s her.
She alone makes feet to dance
And causes low-down hearts to lift
With song and laughter in her gift
She sprinkles darkness with romance
And when there’s winter in the air
She makes a summer everywhere –
Then why are you apart, you clown?
You’re right, I’d better get on down!