All those years in Buffalo
All those winters in the snow

Sold that house and headed west
Settling where the weather’s best

I woke up and saw no sun today
Don’t worry friend, it’s just May gray

Aha, May will end and the sun will bloom
Not yet me friend first comes June gloom

Any way the May-June marine layer
Is gone by noon and the day is fair

When the weather east is wild
Where we live is likely mild

Now I’ll lie back and take a snooze
And make a point to avoid the news