Dry Sleeves (To the tune of Greensleeves)
Alas my love it has rained so long
I can't recall a sunny day
I'm sodden now from tip to toeand don't think I shall ever be dry.
Dry sleeves are my great wishDry garb is my desire
But the weather gods are merciless
You cant even build a fire.
(to the tune of Blue Skies)
Cruel SkiesHave me on my knees
Nothing but Cruel SkiesDo I see.
Blue skiesare nothing but tease
There are more rain clouds
In the breeze
Never saw the rainpouring so long
I had enough time
to write this darn song
Never see the suncoming around
Just lots more water
Flooding the ground.
gloomy and darkAny more rain and
get in the ark.
Cruel skiesHave me on my knees
Nothing but cruel skies
Do I see.
Much too late to be dry(to the tune of "Much too late for goodbyes")
Ever since we've been camping hereWe've been watching the skies
Lighting and thunder are everywhere
As the clouds open wide.
And its much too late to be dry
And its much too late to be dry.
Our whole tent is wet againAnd the clothes on the line.
There is rumor of sun next week
I'll bet its a lie
But its much too late to be dryYes its much too be late to be dry.
My heartfelt apologies to all the original authors, including Henry VIII who is supposed to have written Greensleeves.