Never In Your Sun

I met her at lover’s park

One rainy

April Monday

Smiling soft and warm as on

A clear December

SundayWearing 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 rainTo 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