there s gonna be some stormy weather up on the hillside tonight heavy rains will fall it will reach us all nothing s sacred they re gonna shackle down the boats now give a signal to the dogs seabirds taking flight i m gonna leave a light for a sailor give way to the winter make another round it s coming through the mountains never tire of conversation this room talks by itself you can hear the calls of that sailor s soul in the silence i m gonna wait until tomorrow see what happens next always putting on a show