It’s raining in Puysegur
Sallow and grey
Southerly swells rising
Throughout the day
Conway, Conway
The boats are still working
The harvest is slow
But I don’t belong here
Release me to go
Calm for Conway, Calm for Conway

From the coast we see every change in the sky
Seas rise and fall and the clouds motor by
We watch their long shadows but never ask why
Offshore weather doesn’t reach the inland country of the heart

Storm warning for Chalmers
Gale force tonight
Eight metre swells
Spreading south at first light
Foveaux, Foveaux
Any boats out there
Set a heading for port
Strong winds are coming
Don’t stay to be caught
Fresh winds for Foveaux, Fresh winds for Foveaux

From the coast we see every change in the sky …

The outlook from midnight tonight for all areas south of Cook

We have our own weather
Inland from the sea
It’s mild and it’s temperate
Even for me
Milford, Milford
We watch the storms prowling
The coasts, and we smile
We know that they’ll be passing on
After awhile
Mild for Milford, Mild for Milford

From the coast we see every change in the sky …

Rangitata, Rangitata
Grey, Grey, Grey, Grey

Leigh Harrison © APRA 2007