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