Ice thaws the sun when autumn comes,
And Bristol trips and buggy rides are over,
And the nucleus of everyone has disappeared,
As winter holds my shoulder.
So put on your make-up,
Make up to me now;
Kick off your sand-shoes,
Throw them in the sea now,
It's the season of the rain.
You wear your big hat,
I'll wear my check cap,
Throw up your string bags
Into the old trap.
It's the season of the rain,
And I gotta go home –
I wanna go home again.
Castles in the country,
See the maids of air;
Rambling fires and canopies contain us,
And the waters of the countryside
Wash away our cares –
Leave the city lights behind us.