Charlie the Weatherman Andrew Peterson
"Charlie the Weatherman" by Andrew Peterson is a folk-inspired song from 2005 that explores themes of hope, change, and the human experience through the lens of weather. The lyrics personify weather as a metaphor for life's unpredictability. Unique elements include vivid imagery and storytelling. Its cultural impact resonates with listeners seeking comfort in turbulent times. #Folk
It was Charlie who taught me to ride on a bike
Charlie who taught me 'bout flyin' a kite
It was Charlie who taught me the beauty of dreams
He'd say "Life's so much more than it seems"
He looked like a scarecrow so ragged and thin
When he knocked at the farmhouse door
I could tell that my mother was nervous at first
With my father away in the war
He said he was hungry from waking so far
But a handout never would do
"Now my name is Charlie and for something to eat
I could predict the weather for you"
Hе talked of the talent with which hе was blessed
"It's an odd sort of gift," he explained
"But the Lord makes the weather and I just observe
And only a fool could complain"
As nighttime was falling we asked him to stay
And he camped by the sycamore trees
My mother asked, "What will you do if it rains?"
Charlie smiled and said, "Just leave the weather to me"
In the wandering breeze, I can hear again
The song that Charlie the weatherman sang
"Sweet breath of God blow the clouds away
'Till I walk in the light of that endless spring day, hey"
Charlie who taught me 'bout flyin' a kite
It was Charlie who taught me the beauty of dreams
He'd say "Life's so much more than it seems"
He looked like a scarecrow so ragged and thin
When he knocked at the farmhouse door
I could tell that my mother was nervous at first
With my father away in the war
He said he was hungry from waking so far
But a handout never would do
"Now my name is Charlie and for something to eat
I could predict the weather for you"
Hе talked of the talent with which hе was blessed
"It's an odd sort of gift," he explained
"But the Lord makes the weather and I just observe
And only a fool could complain"
As nighttime was falling we asked him to stay
And he camped by the sycamore trees
My mother asked, "What will you do if it rains?"
Charlie smiled and said, "Just leave the weather to me"
In the wandering breeze, I can hear again
The song that Charlie the weatherman sang
"Sweet breath of God blow the clouds away
'Till I walk in the light of that endless spring day, hey"
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