The rain keeps constantly raining,
And the sky is cold and gray,
And the wind in the trees keeps complaining
That summer has passed away; --

Here's a toast to your new bride who has everything a girl could want in her life, except for good taste in men!

The rain keeps constantly raining,And the sky is cold and gray,And the wind in the trees keeps complainingThat summer has passed away; --

When, full of warm and eager love,
I clasp you in my fond embrace,
You gently push me back and say,
"Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace."

When, full of warm and eager love,I clasp you in my fond embrace,You gently push me back and say,"Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace."

Those black eyes I once so praised
Now are hard and sharp and cold;
Where's the love that through them blazed?
Where's the tenderness of old?