I get along without you very well
Of course i do
Except when the soft rains fall
And drip from the leaves, then i recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course i do
But i get along without you very well
Once there was a thing called spring
When the world was writing
Verses like yours and mine
All the boys and girls would sing
As we sat at little tables and drank may wine
Now april, may and june
Seem sadly out of tune
Life has stuck a pin in the balloon