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.