So now the weather's come to take control
And laid its grey oppression down on us
The darkest clouds across the sky they roll
And England's favourite subject we discuss:
"D'you think the rain is gonna last all day?"
"I hear that in the North it's due to snow..."
"It seems the winter's really here to stay..."
"So now the trains will all be running slow..."
Oh island with your crazy distant moods,
Oh windswept land of changeable extremes
I love the way your strange weather intrudes
On all of us and all our thoughts and dreams
And wouldn't England with no gift of rain,
Be dull as pleasure with no threat of pain?
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