Raining In Athens

Still, I think of you, baby And how i grew old with you then 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' And to this day I nurse the fever That spoiled my poor heart And i've mastered the art of dealing Slipping away without falling apart So when this summer, you call-maybe And ask how I've been I can be honest and answer plainly 'Since november, it's been raining'