Andrew Peterson - Charlie the Weatherman lyrics
[Andrew Peterson - Charlie the Weatherman lyrics]
It was Charlie who taught me
To ride on a bike
Charlie who taught me 'bout flyin' a kite
It was Charlie who taught me
The beauty of dreams
He'd say "Life's so much more than it seems"
He looked like a scarecrow so ragged and thin
When he knocked at the farmhouse door
I could tell that my mother
Was nervous at first
With my father away in the war
He said he was hungry from waking so far
But a handout never would do
"Now my name is Charlie and
For something to eat
I could predict the weather for you"
Hе talked of the talent with
Which hе was blessed
"It's an odd sort of gift, " he explained
"But the Lord makes the weather
And I just observe
And only a fool could complain"
As nighttime was falling we asked him to stay
And he camped by the sycamore trees
My mother asked
"What will you do if it rains?"
Charlie smiled and said
"Just leave the weather to me"
In the wandering breeze, I can hear again
The song that Charlie the weatherman sang
"Sweet breath of God blow the clouds away
'Till I walk in the light
Of that endless spring day, hey"
Now Charlie stayed with us as
Days turned to weeks
It seemed that somehow he belonged
And I'd always tease him when
He watched the sky
But his forecasts never were wrong
And Charlie would tell me a story each night
From the tattered old Bible, he read
"Winter or summer, springtime or fall
It's the weather inside us that matters
" he said
In the wandering breeze, I can hear again
The song that Charlie the weatherman sang
"Sweet breath of God blow the clouds away
'Till I walk in the light
Of that endless spring day, hey"
Da da da da da da da, da da da da da
One morning at breakfast he seemed a bit sad
With a faraway look in his eyes
"Storms rollin' in"
Was all that he said though there
Wasn't a cloud in the sky
The last time I saw him he waved his old hat
As he stood at the top of the hill
He left me his Bible and in it, he wrote
"Keep your eyes on the sky" and I always will
And it rained and rained like
The tears I cried
The day that Charlie the weatherman died
And the wind has carried his heart away
Past the silver-lined clouds to
That endless spring day, hey
To ride on a bike
Charlie who taught me 'bout flyin' a kite
It was Charlie who taught me
The beauty of dreams
He'd say "Life's so much more than it seems"
He looked like a scarecrow so ragged and thin
When he knocked at the farmhouse door
I could tell that my mother
Was nervous at first
With my father away in the war
He said he was hungry from waking so far
But a handout never would do
"Now my name is Charlie and
For something to eat
I could predict the weather for you"
Hе talked of the talent with
Which hе was blessed
"It's an odd sort of gift, " he explained
"But the Lord makes the weather
And I just observe
And only a fool could complain"
As nighttime was falling we asked him to stay
And he camped by the sycamore trees
My mother asked
"What will you do if it rains?"
Charlie smiled and said
"Just leave the weather to me"
In the wandering breeze, I can hear again
The song that Charlie the weatherman sang
"Sweet breath of God blow the clouds away
'Till I walk in the light
Of that endless spring day, hey"
Now Charlie stayed with us as
Days turned to weeks
It seemed that somehow he belonged
And I'd always tease him when
He watched the sky
But his forecasts never were wrong
And Charlie would tell me a story each night
From the tattered old Bible, he read
"Winter or summer, springtime or fall
It's the weather inside us that matters
" he said
In the wandering breeze, I can hear again
The song that Charlie the weatherman sang
"Sweet breath of God blow the clouds away
'Till I walk in the light
Of that endless spring day, hey"
Da da da da da da da, da da da da da
One morning at breakfast he seemed a bit sad
With a faraway look in his eyes
"Storms rollin' in"
Was all that he said though there
Wasn't a cloud in the sky
The last time I saw him he waved his old hat
As he stood at the top of the hill
He left me his Bible and in it, he wrote
"Keep your eyes on the sky" and I always will
And it rained and rained like
The tears I cried
The day that Charlie the weatherman died
And the wind has carried his heart away
Past the silver-lined clouds to
That endless spring day, hey