Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain on my windowpane
It plays the sad old melody of our times
Some are born to love,
Some are born to carry a Tommy-gun

There´ll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain feels so far away
So far away in the saddest winter of our lives
Some are born to sin,
Some are born to die in the open wind
There´ll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Oooh, that´s the kind of love I want
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain make it all ok
Play your sad old timpani on my mind
Some are born to drum,
Some are born, baby, to carry a Tommy-gun
There´ll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Summer morning rain, make it all ok