Well, the weather’s fine, the grey clouds glowing,

The chilly wind has got a cheery tale

The mini-raindrops don’t care where they’re going

(As long as they can hit the Mafeking trail).

Meanwhile the washing on the line is flapping

And number thirteen’s palm is waving wild

The cats may snooze but you won’t catch them napping

And grown up daughters giggle like a child.

What can it be that sets all Brentford beaming

With Christmas still so many days away?

The crisp gold leaves aren’t dead – instead they’re dreaming

Of some delight – that’s happening today! 

Welcome back home my love with eyes of blue – 

A gull’s explained – our world’s awaiting you! 

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