Farmer John said 'It looks like rain.nWe won't let the clear skies fool us again'nBatten down the cellar doors and board up your homesnListen to the wind as she creaks and she moansnIsn't it beautifulnOur lack of controlnNo prayers unanswerednOr wishes ignorednCome on hurry up nownWe're a day late for SpringnIf we sneak in through AprilnWe won't miss a thingnnIsn't it beautifulnOur lack of controlnNo prayers unanswered or wishes ignorednnCome on hurry up nownWe're a day late for SpringnWe can sneak in through AprilnWe won't miss a thing