SUMMER BREEZİN'

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.