I don’t mind a little summer rain

I’ve always seen the sun come back out again.

And I don’t stop if the mercury tops one hundred and two

But autumn’s gray skies make me blue.

When the winter wind bites at my nose

I smile as I remember angels we left out in the snow.

Christmas lights and moonlit nights – sweet mem’ries of you,

But autumn’s gray skies make me blue.

Doesn’t really matter the season or the day –

It hurts to remember when you walked away.

I couldn’t help but notice: no tears in your eyes

And all around us those cold gray skies

I could be happy when flowers come in spring,

I can pretend our love never mean a thing.

Winter, spring or summer – these seasons will do

But autumn’s gray skies –

Ah, those gray autumn skies –

autumn’s gray skies make me blue.