Monday, 1 September 2008

It Might As Well Rain Until September


What shall I write?
What can I say?
How can I tell you how much I miss you?

The weather here has been as nice as it can be
Although it doesn't really matter much to me
For all the fun I'll have while you're so far away
It might as well rain until September

Bispham


I don't need sunny skies for thing I have to do
'Cause I stay home the whole day long and think of you
As far as I'm concerned each day's a rainy day
So It might as well rain until September

Rossall

My friends look forward to their picnics on the beach
Yes everybody loves the summertime
But you know darling while your arms are out of reach
The summer isn't any friend of mine

Cleveleys

It doesn't matter whether
Skies are grey or blue
It's raining in my heart
'cause I can't be with you.
I'm only living for
The day you're home to stay
So It might as well rain until September

Blackpool

September, September,
It might as well rain until September

written and sung by
CAROLE KING



(All photos are of actual beaches where I spent my summer holidays as a child.)

2 comments:

I, like the view said...

how funny, I wrote about September yesterday and rain today and childhood holidays the other day

we only ever went to Polzeath (apart from a year when there was a drought in England and we went to Wales and it rained for two weeks solid)(we knew something was up when we crossed the border and the fields and meadows turned from shrivelled up cinders to lucious greens)

the rain has just stopped here now, but the sky is grey and the clouds look very heavy still

have a nice day, whatever the weather

KAZ said...

Ah Bispham - the 'posh' end of Blackpool as my mum used to call it.