It's a cold Seattle night
It's a great Seattle night
Cold is my comfort now
Rain is my music
The green trees are my friends
And to the lakes I bow.
There is ne'er a thing
A light jacket won't fix
The wind ain't blowing me away
And I am in love, how cool it is
Even in June July and May.
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