Here's That Rainy Day - Paul Desmond

Maybe I should have saved those left over dreams Funny, but here's that rainy day Here's that rainy day they told me about And I laughed at the thought that it might turn out this way Where is that worn out wish that I threw aside After it brought my lover near It's funny how love becomes a cold rainy day Funny, that rainy day is here Funny how love becomes a cold rainy day Funny, that rainy day is here

Then, there was rain The sky wore a veil of gold and green And night was the bride of a lonely day Time just floated Then, there was rain The sound foundations are crumbling To the ground, comes a pyramid tumbling Time just floated away (we can watch it and stay, and we can listen) Oh, rainy day, come 'round Sometimes, I just want it to slow down And we're separated now, I'm down But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house Then, there was rain I spent the night with the Queen of Spain My lonely little heart, well, it broke again Time so vicious (sing) Singing, the deeper that the knife goes in, the more you win You end up with less than where you begin Deeper that the knife goes in Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, rainy day, come 'round Sometimes, I just want it to slow down And we're separated now, I'm down But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house

Skinheads, all you skinheads C'mon let's move and groove: You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, you... You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, yeah... You nah fe gwan so You nah fe galang so What goes up, star, mus' come down What goes up, sir, mus' come down You too commutive (?) Wicked and bad-minded, conniving

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, Israelites, aah Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me Darling, she said, "I was yours to be seen" Poor me, the Israelite Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- Poor me, the Israelite (Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor, poor me, Israelites I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, Israelite, aah My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen Poor me, Israelites, aah Show them my tear up trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- A-poor a-poor me, Israelites (like Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm, there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor me, Israelite Poor, poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite