It's A Wet And Windy Day

A Day To Lose Or Through Away

It Makes Me Wonder Why We

Ever Got Up At All

There's Not A Lot To Do At Home

We've Done It All Before

Another Wested Sunday

Sitting Waiting For Monday

We Had It Planned A Different Way

But Always It's The Same

At Least The Wind Is Warmer

When It Brings The Rain



But If It's Green In The Park

And It's Still Warm After Dark

And If The Man Who Keeps It Tidy

Don't Come Around

We'll Just Walk Beneath The Trees

Hand In Hand Just You And Me

And If The Grass Is Drying We'll

Sit Upon The Ground



Done All There Is It To Do At Home

There's Nothing Left At All

Another Wasted Sunday

Sitting Waiting For Monday

In Seven This Is The One Day

That Nothing Seems To Go My Way



But If It's Green In The Park

And It's Still Warm After Dark

And If The Man Who Keeps It Tidy

Don't Come Around

We'll Just Walk Beneath The Trees

Hand In Hand Just You And Me

And If The Grass Is Drying We'll

Sit Upon The Ground