When you 'll get your share
Of feasts and travels,
When you 'll get your share
Of fevers and storms
Come in my kitchen,
Perhaps we won't talk,
But I' ve kept
A song for bad weather.

You who are searchin' for work,
Without too much hope,
And to whom they say
You can find it if your really want,
Come in my kitchen,
Perhaps it won't change nothing
But I' ve kept
A song for bad weather.

You who don't know
How many times you will see
The rising sun
Until the last verse,
Come in my kitchen,
Perhaps we won't cry
But I' ve kept
A song for bad weather.

Perhaps you remember
Big Louis.
This Irish song,
I wrote it for him.
In his kitchen
I went up so often.
Afraid that nothing would be left,
I made the song for bad weather.