Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weatherman, artist - Tori Amos. Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Song language: English
Weatherman |
| He is not a weatherman, but his bride lies with the land |
| And she will whisper to him, «I'll be dressing up in snow» |
| Cloaked in echo it’s almost as if only Nature knows |
| How to bring his wife to life and breathe her into form |
| «One more look |
| From her eyes |
| One more look |
| Can you paint her back to life?» |
| He knows every moor and mound, every curve of every hill |
| A shoulder of the mountain where they watched a thousand dawns |
| «One more look |
| From her eyes |
| One more look |
| Can you paint her back to life?» |
| Rising, she stirs, first it blurs a breeze that lifts |
| Lilac blossoms from the earth |
| Blending its shape to a skirt |
| With limbs that bend |
| He’s drawn toward her pirouette turn |
| Autumn’s peach black, winter’s velvet coat |
| Pink tourmaline, palette of spring |
| In summer she’s wrapped in Viennese green |
| He is not a weatherman, but his bride lies with the land |
| And she will whisper to him, «I'll be dressing up in snow» |
| Cloaked in echo it’s almost as if only Nature knows |
| How to paint his wife to life with every season’s tone |
| «One more look |
| From her eyes |
| One more look |
| From her eyes |
| One more look |
| From her eyes |
| One more look |
| From her eyes |
| One more look |
| From her eyes |
| One more look |
| Can you paint her back to life?» |