Summer Rain

Old man walking by the sea is dreaming

Dreaming of the days when he was young

Hand in hand a little boy beside him

Hearing about those weekends under the sun

Ah most of all I remember

A little song we used to play

It was about the english weather

Always raining on a sunny day and it went

Ah la la la summer rain is pouring down again

And its getting wetter

As a matter of fact it couldn't be better

For baby and me sitting on my knees with baby on my knee)

Ah la la la summer rain is falling down

On my umbrella above me

The very first time she said she loved me

Was in the summer rain and its fine with me

Walking with your

Great-grandfathers daughter

Somehow we were always late for tea

And small boys making mischief in the water

Watching deck-chairs floating away out to sea

Ah but now the memorys fading

How the past just slips away

But every time that it starts raining

I can hear the band begin to play

Ah la la la summer rain is pouring down again

And its getting wetter

As a matter of fact it couldn't be better

For baby and me sitting on my knees with baby on my knee)

Ah la la la summer rain is falling down

On my umbrella above me above me)

The very first time she said she loved me

Was in the summer rain and its fine with me me la la la

Summer rain is fine with me

Ah la la la summer rain is pouring down again

And its getting wetter

As a matter of fact it couldn't be better

For baby and me sitting on my knees with baby on my knee)

Ah la la la