Summer Rain Lyrics by Chris De Burgh

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 the 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 its 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 its fine with me...

Walking with your
Great-grandfathers 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 memorys 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 its 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 its fine with me, me, la la la
Summer rain is fine with me...
Ah la la la, summer rain is pouring down again,
And its 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..."