I'm the Weather

Woke up with a start,
callous respite on my lips.
As the whirling dervish turns,
dust devils do appear.

A carpet maker feasts
on dead locusts by the sea,
and you scratch the humid heat
from your skin.

Darlin'- I'm the Weather,
blowin' like a spirit through the leaves.
Darlin'- I'm the Weather,
in the trees.

We came to build a bridge,
but the earth gave under me,
as the whirling dervish turned,
I fell into the sea.

A merchant pulled me in,
said the storm had set me free,
I was ash and blew away,
forever in the breeze.

Darlin' - I'm the Weather,
blowin' like a spirit through the leaves.
Darlin' - I'm the Weather,
in the trees.