Fair-Weather Friends

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“Fair-Weather Friends”

Words & Music By Tom Tognaci

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The songbird sings in the warm summer sun                      

Its song is sweet and endearing                                               

But when it has sung the last note on its tongue               

It flies away, disappearing                                                      

For oh, the sun may stop shining                                               

And oh, the snow falls cold                                                       

And oh, that winter’s wind may throw                                          

A tantrum to behold                                                                   

You’ll hold my hand, and that’s all right by me                           

It’s all been fine and fair sailing                                                  

You smile and I nod, and we always agree                        

But will it go without failing?                                                      

For oh, the sky may turn bitter                                              

And oh, the rain may come                                                               

And yes, that devil wind may send                                                   

Those clouds to block the sun                                                                  

All those fair-weather friends, they’ll up and run, like the birds that leave the trees 

While the songbird chases the summer sun; I’ll be left behind to freeze 

Left behind to freeze

Now,

Let it be known that this story I’ve told                                         

Was once first penned a cappella                                              

But when a wild storm brewed and its big thunder rolled                     

You up and shared your umbrella                                                          

Oh, how the sky had opened                                                         

With a trumpet’s golden sound                                                

The dark clouds went their separate ways                                         

And a true-blue friend was found 

A true-blue friend was found

All those fair-weather friends, they’ll up and run, like the birds that leave the trees

While the songbird chases the summer sun; I’ll be chasing you on skis 

In the frosty mountain breeze