Russell G. Robison


Mother nature’s on the way
It’s wise to let her have her say
You cannot tell her what to do
Best step aside and let her through

They call her Ike or so I’ve heard
But somehow that just sounds absurd
‘Cause we know she’s a tough old gal
And when she blows she ain’t your pal

She’ll be here soon I’m sad to say
She’ll keep the sunshine far away
She’ll bring the wind and rain to play
Hey Ike please girl just go away