I met her at lover’s park
One rainy April Monday
Smiling soft and warm as on
A clear December Sunday
Wearing taffeta and lace
That matched her braided hair
With their coraled beads
That sang to me
She said hi and asked me why
Was I looking with sorrow
When there were much brighter days
In store for me tomorrow
I looked up at her and smiled
And said, "Why I don’t know"
But would she agree to stay with me
And she said
"Never in your sun", She said
"Never in your sun", Then she said
"I will only come in your pouring rain
To relieve the pain"
So if you are at lover’s park
And someone looks with sorrow
Ask them why are they so sad
When sunshine’s theirs tomorrow
They’ll reply they don’t know why
And ask you please to stay
Till the end of time
And when they’re fine be kind and say
Never in your sun, just tell them
Never in your sun, then say
I will only come in your pouring rain
To relieve the pain, never, ever
Never in your sun
Never in your sun, believe that
I will only come in your pouring rain
To relieve your pain