The air is grey but the temperature’s warm

Late afternoon in an old Kent town

My mood is neutral, kind of brown – 

Suddenly feel that it might storm

And I’ve no brolly but never mind

On the whole I feel fate’s been kind

Who minds getting wet when you’ve got a Rose

A treasure, a pleasure past all dreaming? 

The sun might just as well be beaming

Everything’s gleaming where she goes

The world transformed is my life with my Allie

Come dark or distress she’ll always rally

Oh, let it soak me to the skin

I’ll soon be home – and she’ll be in. 

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