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quasigeostrophyBrrr! What the heck happened to the nice weather from yesterday? Cold fronts in March are so much fun. Ironically, this song came on the car CD this morning. Aside from the cool flute and tin whistle parts, it was rather appropriate, given the change in weather last night...
Good morning Weathercock: How'd you fare last night?
Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright?
When the leaves spin from October and whip around your tail?
Did you shake from the blast, did you shiver through the gale?
Give us direction; the best of goodwill.
Put us in touch with fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Do you simply reflect changes in the patterns of the sky,
Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter; do you hold snowflakes at bay?
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields and help him on his way?
Good morning Weathercock: make this day bright.
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Point the way to better days we can share with you.
- Jethro Tull
Good morning Weathercock: How'd you fare last night?
Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright?
When the leaves spin from October and whip around your tail?
Did you shake from the blast, did you shiver through the gale?
Give us direction; the best of goodwill.
Put us in touch with fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Do you simply reflect changes in the patterns of the sky,
Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter; do you hold snowflakes at bay?
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields and help him on his way?
Good morning Weathercock: make this day bright.
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Point the way to better days we can share with you.
- Jethro Tull
