While in my boat upon the blue sea,
It rained nonstop for endless days,
And I missed the birdsong in my tree,
And the sunshine's warm, golden ways.

But musical rain lulled me to sleep,
When at day's end, I closed my eyes,
With frenzied rain and waves so deep;
And I dreamed of pink marmalade skies!

But all things lastly come to an end,
In due time after running its course,
And I awoke to sunshine, my old friend,
Deep golden and warmth's last resource!