Dark days in the winter come late in the eve and the summer nights come late in the day.
But oh the weather turns when sparks start to fly and I get your temperature raised.

Give me sunshine and April’s cool breeze and give me October’s falling leaves.
But I’d trade them all just to catch you in the bed, yeah your smile rains like sunshine on me.

Dark days in the winter come late in the eve and the summer nights come late in the day.
But oh the weather turns when sparks start to fly and I get your temperature raised.

Well I know a weather man; he thinks to tell the truth.  But he don’t know women and sure as hell not you.  I could never tell which way the wind is going to blow, never tell which way you’ll go.

Dark days in the winter come late in the eve and the summer nights come late in the day.
But oh the weather turns when sparks start to fly and I get your temperature raised.

So baby let me know what the forecast will be.  If I started drinking, you don’t even need to tell me.  But I’ll pick up this banjo and the good tunes will fly and when I’m done, you’ll be all mine.

Dark days in the winter come late in the eve and the summer nights come late in the day.
But oh the weather turns when sparks start to fly and I get your temperature raised.

Dark days in the winter come late in the eve and the summer nights come late in the day.
But oh the weather turns when sparks start to fly and I get your temperature raised.

(Carman, BMI)