Meteorology - Matthew Jay

Storm dies, younger brother calls for his mother

Son, she said, follow me instead

Cloud rains tears, now the storm has cleared

Blown through time, let her mother shine

Still sees his father over the river

He pours a little his way

Shows him there’s a way

Sea’s calm now, but I don’t know how

To bring in the tide and call the storm inside

Still sees his father over the river

He pours a little his way

Shows him there’s a way

Won’t be here very long

I know where I should be now

Rise and fall, and we will still be all

That we held so dear

When the storm was here

Still sees his father over the river

He pours a little his way

Shows him there’s a way

Won’t be here very long

I know where I should be now

Won’t be here very long

I know where I should be now