In from a day out,
Sleepy with sunshine
Supper on trays
A glass of red
Smooth, bitter, good.
We raise our glasses, clink.
‘To the goddess!’
‘To the goddess!’
She looks after us
So we praise her – and,
She looks after us,
We believe. We don’t believe.
Of course we don’t!
Yes, we do.
Who else to thank for our good luck
With weather?
We raise our glasses, clink
‘To the goddess!’