My world of gloom
where flowers never bloom
a place of grey
just grey everyday

the sky is a mist
and the trees are in a twist
the rain is forever pouring
roaring and roaring and roaring

Yet in this world of never-ending downpour

where the world is all gloom
and the flowers never bloom

and the rain is forever pouring
roaring and roaring and roaring

there is a tree

yes, one simple tree

but this tree is what shelters me
from my world of never-ending downpour