In my Skevanston by Calvin McNamara
In my Skevanston it is Welcoming
Warm even the bitter downpour
My Skevanston is raining in April
The humid thick air
The trees soaked in the cats and dogs
My shoes trudging through the sodden swampy landscape
We relax on the couch watching the rain
When the storm is over and timing is right
We go out and play in the streets
jumping over puddles
And when the sun has set we go in
Leaving it all behind for another day
In my Skevanston it is welcoming
Warm even in the bitter downpour
In my Skevanston it is Welcoming
Warm even the bitter downpour
My Skevanston is raining in April
The humid thick air
The trees soaked in the cats and dogs
My shoes trudging through the sodden swampy landscape
We relax on the couch watching the rain
When the storm is over and timing is right
We go out and play in the streets
jumping over puddles
And when the sun has set we go in
Leaving it all behind for another day
In my Skevanston it is welcoming
Warm even in the bitter downpour