Dead weight everywhere – sky’s loaded,

Heavy with grey. No wind to break

This sombreness and what could shake

This gloom? Lightness has been outmoded

No lamps on yet, no breeze to stir,

In all the world one hope – it’s her.

She alone makes feet to dance

And causes low-down hearts to lift

With song and laughter in her gift

She sprinkles darkness with romance

And when there’s winter in the air

She makes a summer everywhere – 

Then why are you apart, you clown? 

You’re right, I’d better get on down!