On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn
With her sweetheart by her side
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain
"We must stay home, Joe," she cried
"There's a picnic, too, at the old Point View
It's a shame it rained today."
Then the boy drew near, kissed away each tear
And she heard him softly say
"Wait till the sun shines, Nellie
When the clouds go drifting by
We will be happy, Nellie
Don't you sigh
Down Lover's Lane we'll wander
Sweethearts you and I
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie
Bye and bye."
"How I long," she sighed, "for a trolley ride
Just to show my brand new gown."
Then she gazed on high with a gladsome cry
For the sun came shining down
And she looked so sweet on the big front seat
As the car sped on its way
And she whispered low
"Say you're all right, Joe
You just won my heart today