Chris de Burgh - Summer rain

^GOld man walking b^Bmy the sea is dr^Ceaming Dr^Ameaming of the d^Days when he was y^Goung ^D H^Gand in hand, a l^Bmittle boy bes^Cide him H^Amearing about the w^Deekends under the s^Gun ^{C G}

A^Bmh, most of ^Eall I rem^Bmember A little s^Cong we ^Dused to pl^Gay It was ab^E7out the English w^Ameather Always r^Faining on a sunny d^Eay and it went

^DAh la, l^Ea, la, s^Aummer rain is p^A7ouring down ag^Dain And it's getting w^Dmetter As a m^Aatter of fact it c^F#7ouldn't be better For b^Bmaby and me, s^E7itting on my kn^Aees^A7

^DAh la l^Ea la, s^Aummer rain is f^A7alling down On m^Dy umbrella ab^Dmove me The v^Aery first time she s^F#7aid she loved me Was in the s^Bmummer rain and it's f^A7ine w^Eith m^Ae ^D

W^Galking with your gr^Bmeat grandfather's d^Caughter S^Amomehow we were ^Dalways late for t^Gea ^D And sm^Gall boys making m^Bmischief in the w^Cater W^Amatching deck chairs fl^Doating away out to s^Gea ^{C G}

A^Bmh, but n^Emow the memory's f^Bmading How the p^Cast just sl^Dips aw^Gay But every t^E7ime that it starts r^Amaining I can h^Fear the band begin to pl^Eay

^DAh la, l^Ea, la, s^Aummer rain is p^A7ouring down ag^Dain And it's getting w^Dmetter As a m^Aatter of fact it c^F#7ouldn't be better For b^Bmaby and me, s^E7itting on my kn^Aees^A7

^DAh la l^Ea la, s^Aummer rain is f^A7alling down On m^Dy umbrella ab^Dmove me The v^Aery first time she s^F#7aid she loved me Was in the s^Bmummer rain and it's f^A7ine w^Eith m^C#me, ^F#7 la l^F#a la S^Bmummer rain is f^A7ine w^Eith m^Ae ^{D A A7}

^DAh la, l^Ea, la, s^Aummer rain is p^A7ouring down ag^Dain And it's getting w^Dmetter As a m^Aatter of fact it c^F#7ouldn't be better For b^Bmaby and me, s^E7itting on my kn^Aees^A7