November 1947, Storm Warning In Effect

A bitter low is coming soon

So bathe me in a warmer room

Who settled by a sunny sill

And if the snow comes earlier still

I’ll miss you but you’ll miss me more

You’ll break my heart, and I’ll break yours

As we build, the storm will bring

The steeple down, the harbor in

The wires sing

Bring your poorly babies out

And put him in the hallowed ground

With every voyage I might learn

To cherish and enjoy these words

“You loved him but I loved him more

Sincerely yours, sincerely sore”

Go whistle in the winter rye

The sky is sea, the sea is sky

Bye-Bye

Hang red ribbon from the willow tree

And lay my head upon the fallen leaves

Care my name below a barley moon

I’ll see you soon, Johnny Appleseed

Hang red ribbon from the willow tree

And lay my head upon the fallen leaves

Care my name below a barley moon

I’ll see you soon, Johnny Appleseed

This is the official national weather service forecast ?