Raining in Athens

Still I think of you baby
and how I grew old with you there.
And this summer you'll call maybe
and act, as if we were old friends.
"You'd say, how are you baby?"
"I'd say, it's raining in Athens."

It's raining in Athens.

And to this day
I mester a fever
that's spoiled my poor heart.
And I've mastered the art of dealing
slipping away
without falling apart.

So in the summer
you'll call maybe
and ask how i've been.
I can be honest
and answer plainly,
"Since November it's been raining."

It's raining in Athens.