Looking through the window. To see which way the wind blows. It seems as though a hurricane is due today. Sunny on the outside. Stormy on the inside. Stormy weather’s always best for making hay. In comes everlasting. Looks like he’s been fasting. With his friends in a den with director’s robe. Like a bandoliero. With his cigarillo. Robs the rich robs the rest brings it all back home. Please don’t get us wrong man. This is just a song man. No matter what we say. This is the season. Stormy weather’s on the way. This is the season. Stormy weather’s on the way. You better start worrying witchcraft’s here to stay. In blows snow white. The dwarves are kind of off-white. The vision’s his decision so they’re out of luck. Associates are reeling. The wallpaper is peeling. He doesn’t see the paperwork that’s come unstuck. Please don’t get us wrong man. This is just a song man. No matter what we say. This is the season. Stormy weather’s on the way. This is the season. Stormy weather’s on the way. You better start worrying witchcraft’s here to stay. In comes Saville. Had his fill of travel. Grabbed a bite on the flight just touched down today. Looking drawn and haggard. Through the door he staggered. With a sound that he found over Frisco way. Please don’t get us wrong man. This is just a song man. No matter what we say. This is the season. Stormy weather’s on the way. This is the season. Stormy weather’s on the way. You better start worrying witchcraft’s here to stay. Richard Thompson Lyrics