A bitter low is coming soon
So bathe me in a warmer room
Who settled by a sunny sill
And if the snow comes earlier still
I’ll miss you but you’ll miss me more
You’ll break my heart, and I’ll break yours
As we build, the storm will bring
The steeple down, the harbor in
The wires sing

Bring your poorly babies out
And put him in the hallowed ground
With every voyage I might learn
To cherish and enjoy these words
“You loved him but I loved him more
Sincerely yours, sincerely sore”
Go whistle in the winter rye
The sky is sea, the sea is sky
Bye-Bye

Hang red ribbon from the willow tree
And lay my head upon the fallen leaves
Care my name below a barley moon
I’ll see you soon, Johnny Appleseed

Hang red ribbon from the willow tree
And lay my head upon the fallen leaves
Care my name below a barley moon
I’ll see you soon, Johnny Appleseed
This is the official national weather service forecast ?