A Cold, Rainy Morning In London In June - Matraca Berg

Kensington Garden is sad

Beautiful garden too bad

I cried for a princess, the roses in bloom

On a cold, rainy morning in London in June

England is damp and it’s drear

Strangely for this time of year

I’m sleepless without you, I’m tied to your moon

On a cold, rainy morning in London in June

And I cry for me

'Cause Tennessee is closer than it seems

Where it’s 3 a.m. and I’m wondering

If you’ve begun to dream

How I long to see your sweet face

And a sunny smile that looks so out of place

The sun’s just a rumor around here

Perfect for poets and tears

I bought an umbrella because it was blue

And now it’s just broken torn and half open

And I cry for me

'Cause Tennessee is closer than it seems

Where it’s 3 a.m. and I’m wondering

If you’ve begun to dream

Postcard of the queen is all they sell

Says I miss you and the queen wishes you well

Wish I was a postcard coming home soon

On a cold, rainy morning

On a cold, rainy morning in London in June