The Drowsy Weather

The Drowsy Weather.
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It’s the drowsy sort of weather, when you’d rather be away
Where the birds are singin’ sweetly, all the lekla an’ meadows say.
An’ the golden bees are havin’ of a honey hatliday
The drowsy sort of weather when you’d rather be away!

In the droway weather when the buda begin to swell.
Then you’ll try to find the shadows of some old forgotten dell;
The violets you remember that you used to love – sn well.
An’ It’s then you’ll go to dreamin’ at the tinkle of bell!

In the drowsy weather, with the dreama-the dreams of old.
With all the brightest blossoms that the arins of you can hold!
Oh, life grows ever sweeter in the shadows an’ the beams,
In the drowsy weather with the old, delightful dreams!
-Frank L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution.