Rain has a sad and dusty taste Like winter's tears on summer's face Feels like my trouble's coming home I know beyond the rain, the sun's going down again Feels like my trouble's coming home And where I walk, winter and rain cover all To remind me that it's over, to remind me I was wrong The sun's going down and the seasons are turning round and The trees are rusted away and the leaves are burnt to brown Sun's worn out in the wood-smock sky and Summer's bound to fade, bound to die And where I walk, winter and rain cover all To remind me that it's over, to remind me once again That I was wrong