Still, I think of you baby And how I grew old with you then In the summer You'll go maybe And act as if we were old friends You'd say, "How are you, baby?" I'd say, "It's raining in Athens" It's raining in Athens And to this day I miss the fever That spoiled my poor heart And I've mastered The art of dealing Slipping away Without falling apart So in the summer You'll call maybe And ask how I've been I can be honest And answer plainly "Since November it's been raining." It's raining in Athens