Wednesday, February 16, 2005


the rain is pouring outside my window
i feel so sad since she had to go
i loved her oh so much
but then was it real love?

last night, the phone rang
in my ears it used to sang
but that night it screamed
it was her leaving me

when it rains
i feel the pain
the cold numbs my hands
when it rains, it's cold in england
when it rains
i'll never feel the same
i remember the time i saw her last
when it rains, it's cold in england

i do not understand why she left
she left me for some other lad
left me out in the cold
out here i grow alone

when will it stop raining?
when will i stop complaining?
left the auld lang syne behind
left her into the night

© 1997 thomas bates

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