| Good morning Weathercock
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| How’d you fare last night?
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| Did the cold wind bite you
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| Did you face up to the fright
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| When the leaves spin from October
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| And whip around your tail?
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| Did you shake from the blast
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| And did you shiver through the gale?
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| Give us direction, the best of goodwill
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| Put us in touch with fair winds
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| Sing to us softly, hum evening’s song
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| Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you
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| Do you simply reflect changes
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| In the patterns of the sky
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| Or is it true to say the weather heeds
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| The twinkle in your eye?
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| Do you fight the rush of winter
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| And hold snowflakes at bay?
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| Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields
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| And help him on his way?
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| Good morning Weathercock, make this day bright
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| Put us in touch with your fair winds
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| Sing to us softly, hum evening’s song
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| Point the way to better days we can share with you |