I met her at lovers park
One rainy april monday
Smiling soft and warm as on
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 dont 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 [bad word] 
In your pouring rain to relieve the pain

So if you are at lovers park
And someone looks with sorrow
Ask them why are they so sad
When sunshines theirs tomorrow
Theyll reply they dont know why
And ask you please to stay
til the end of time, and when theyre fine

Be kind and say
Never in your sun, just tell them
Never in your sun, then say
I will [bad word] 
In your pouring rain, to relieve the pain, never, ever
Never in your sun, never in your sun, believe that
I will [bad word] 
In your pouring rain to relieve the pain