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