Kensington Garden is sad Beautiful garden too bad I cried for a princess, the roses in bloom On a cold, rainy morning in London in June
England is damp and it's drear Strangely for this time of year I'm sleepless without you, I'm tied to your moon On a cold, rainy morning in London in June
And I cry for me 'Cause Tennessee is closer than it seems Where it's 3 a.m. and I'm wondering If you've begun to dream
How I long to see your sweet face And a sunny smile that looks so out of place The sun's just a rumor around here Perfect for poets and tears I bought an umbrella because it was blue And now it's just broken torn and half open
And I cry for me 'Cause Tennessee is closer than it seems Where it's 3 a.m. and I'm wondering If you've begun to dream
Postcard of the queen is all they sell Says I miss you and the queen wishes you well Wish I was a postcard coming home soon On a cold, rainy morning On a cold, rainy morning in London in June