Summer rain

Summer rain Lyrics

Where are the flowers?
Where are the bees?
Where is the blossom that grows on the trees?
Fruits of the summer ain抰 as ripe as they ought to be
The grass in the park just ain抰 as green

Where are the people in sandals and shorts
Eating al fresco at Sanchez Dæ‰mour?
Look at the clouds: they are black as the night
Sack the weatherman, 慶ause he didn抰 get it right

In summer it抯 raining