Old man walking by the sea is dreaming,
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Dreaming of the days when he was young,
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Hand in hand, a little boy beside him,
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Hearing about the weekends under the sun... "Ah most of all I remember,
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A little song we used to play,
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It was about the english weather,
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Always raining on a sunny day, and it went
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Ah la la la, summer rain is pouring down again,
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And it's getting wetter,
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As a matter of fact it couldn't be better,
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For baby and me, sitting on my knees, (with baby on my knee)
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Ah la la la, summer rain is falling down,
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On my umbrella above me,
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The very first time she said she loved me,
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Was in the summer rain, and it's fine with me... Walking with your great-grandfather's daughter,
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Somehow we were always late for tea,
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And small boys making mischief in the water,
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Watching deck-chairs floating away out to sea, Ah but now the memory's fading,
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How the past just slips away,
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But every time that it starts raining,
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I can hear the band begin to play,
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Ah la la la, summer rain is pouring down again,
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And it's getting wetter,
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As a matter of fact it couldn't be better,
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For baby and me, sitting on my knees, (with baby on my knee)
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Ah la la la, summer rain is falling down,
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On my umbrella above me, (above me)
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The very first time she said she loved me,
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Was in the summer rain, and it's fine with me, me, la la la
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Summer rain is fine with me...
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Ah la la la, summer rain is pouring down again,
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And it's getting wetter,
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As a matter of fact it couldn't be better,
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For baby and me, sitting on my knees, (with baby on my knee)
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Ah la la la..."
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Summer Rain
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| Chris De Burgh |
