Don't bother me...
Don't bother me...

The snow or rain or wind
You bring
Are only temporary flings,
Changing the golds and the blues
For a day and then blown away....

Gray skies,
Fling your snow,
Spew your rain,
Blow your gales again,
And leave the soil moist,
The air swept clean,
The birds returning with the Spring,
And I will soon rejoice
In yellow sun and green.

Gray skies don't bother me.