

| G | C | D | G | |
| If the | rain comes they | run and | hide their | heads. |
| C | D | G | |
| They | might as | well be | dead. |
| C | G | |
| If the | rain comes, if the | rain comes. |
| G | C | D | G | |
| When the | sun shines, they | slip | into the | shade, |
| C | D | G | |
| And | sip their | lemon | ade. |
| C | G | |
| When the | sun shines, when the | sun shines. |
| G | C | G | G | C | G | |
| Rai... | n, I don't | mind. | Shi... | ne, the weather's | fine. |
| G | C | D | G | |
| I can | show you that | when it | starts to | rain, |
| C | D | G | |
| that | every | thing's the | same. |
| C | G | |
| I can | show you, I can | show you. |
| G | C | G | G | C | G | |
| Rai... | n, I don't | mind. | Shi... | ne, the weather's | fine. |
| G | C | D | G | |
| Can you | hear me, that | when it | rains and | shines, |
| C | D | G | |
| Is it | just a s | tate of | mind? |
| C | G | |
| Can you | hear me, can you | hear me? |
| A sixties smash from Kraziekhat. |