raining in athens

still, i think of you baby, and how i grew old with you then, in the summer, you'll go 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 miss the fever, that 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