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
