Do you know it’s her birthday?

She might come out tonight, depends on the chemo,

treatment end is in sight.

 

My son has left for Uni,

he messaged today to say  he’s making lots of friends.

You’ll miss him being away.

 

And the wind blows softly

 and the rain falls lightly

 and we’ll never want for water on the moors

 

It’s not funny when you haven’t got a pound

Change the nappies,

Cook the dinner,

I've a  storm in the kitchen,

and a gale in the lounge -

 

Perhaps she’s tired, perhaps she’s sad

Have you asked what’s the matter, lad?

Perhaps she’s tired, perhaps she’s sad

Have you asked what’s the matter, lad?

 

And the wind blows softly

And the rain falls lightly

And we’ll never want for water on the moors -

But sometimes it don’t just rain – it pours.

 

And the wind blows softly

And the rain falls lightly

And we’ll never want for water on the moors -

But sometimes it don’t just rain – it pours

 

Perhaps she’s tired, perhaps she’s sad

Have you asked what’s the matter, lad?

Perhaps she’s tired, perhaps she’s sad

Have you asked what’s the matter, lad?

And the wind blows softly

And the rain falls lightly

And we’ll never want for water on the moors -

But sometimes it don’t just rain – it pours.

Have you ever asked her what’s the matter, lad?

 

I think she doesn’t love me no more,

Sometimes it don’t just rain – it pours.

I think she doesn’t love me no more,

Sometimes it don’t just rain – it pours.