No Time for the Weatherman
If the sun sets, while blood stains the sky,
Those on the sea will raise their flags high.
But if blood stains the morning,
Those same sailors will raise a warning.
A storm will be brewing,
Battering the hatches is what you'll be doing.
Tumbling, tumbling, the waves are strong!
No time for the weatherman, who's always wrong!
Red sky at night,
Can be a sailor's delight.
Red sky in the morning...
A sailor's last warning.
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