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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... |
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"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... |
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Walking with your |
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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, |
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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..." |
