Summer Morning Rain

	Summer morning rain,
	Summer morning rain on my windowpane
	It plays the sad old melody of our times
	Some are born to love,
	Some are born to carry a Tommy gun
	There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
	Summer morning rain,
	Summer morning rain feels so far away
	So far away in the saddest winter of our lives
	Some are born to sin,
	Some are born to die in the open wind
	There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
	Oooh, that's the kind of love I want
	Oooh, that's the kind of love I want
	Summer morning rain,
	Summer morning rain makes it all ok
	Play your sad old timpani on my mind
	Some are born to drum
	Some are born, baby, to carry a Tommy-gun
	There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
	There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
	Summer morning rain,
	Summer morning rain,
	Summer morning rain makes it all ok.
	Summer morning rain.