It’s blowing…
It’s blowing up to storm.
It’s blowing, it’s blowing and the house is shaking.
And it will get worse.
The culmination will be around midnight.
Tomorrow’s ferry is cancelled.
We live on an island.
Cuddle up all people.
Pull up the collar, wind the scarf and take up the hood.
Take away everything that is loose.
Close every window and door.
Hold your hat all you good people on this middliest island.
It’s blowing up to storm.
Let the storm blow!
Let the waves hit the beach!
Let everything that’s loose blow away.
Fill all the island with fresh winds.
Then let us step outside tomorrow,
to a new day,
On a newly blown island.
Hooray!
