Old man walking by the sea is dreaming,
Dreaming of the days when he was young.
And hand in hand a little boy beside him.
Hearing about those weekends under the sun.
And most of all I remember a little song we used to play.
It was about the English weather always raining on a sunny day
It went
Ah-la-la-la, summer rain is pouring down again,
And it's getting wetter, as a matter of fact
It couldn't be better for baby and me sitting on my knee
Ah-la-la-la, summer rain is falling down on my