Stormy Siesta

Sweet, stormy weather
Sweet, stormy siesta
Sweet, stormy weather
Sweet, stormy siesta

Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you roll
Over, under my bones
While the stones of sound
Come crashing down
And draw away
Like ocean waves

And I'm only a stony beach
In a lonely bay
And you can wash me clean
You can wash me clean
But you can't wash me clean away
I'm not driftwood
And you can't whittle me
Any shape you like
I'm not driftwood
And you can't whittle me
Any shape you like
I'm not driftwood
But oh the weather it
Takes its toll sometimes

Sweet, stormy weather
Sweet, stormy siesta
Sweet, stormy weather
Sweet, stormy siesta

Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you roll
Over, under, inside my bones
While the tarnished silver sound
Of rain meeting the ground
Falls though the open window
And the air presses down
Heavy as hands

Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you roll
Thunder won't you hold me
So I can let me go
I'm just driftwood
And you can whittle me
Any shape you like
I'm just driftwood
And you can whittle me
Any shape you like

But how the weather, he
Takes his toll sometimes

Sweet, stormy weather
Sweet, stormy siesta
Sweet, stormy weather
Sweet, stormy siesta



Credits
Writer(s): Blanche Ellis
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