When the sky is gray, she always sings her favorite song... Sitting by the river...Watching people go by... A cup of hot tea that's all she's holding in her hands... She knows what she must be having in the small hands of hers
Starting over... Sixteen candles on a giant birthday cake... Those days are gone now... Seasons are changing...
When the sky is gray she always sings her favorite song... Singing like she's praying...All alone...on her own... Dirty old shoes that's what she's wearing on her feet... She knows where she must be going with the small feet of hers
Starting over... Christmas gifts in front of eight feet Christmas tree... Those days are gone now... Starting over... She will keep on flowing like a baby doll on the river New season begins...
The loneliness in her is her diamond... Under the dark, gray sky in London... Wow！ Wow！ Wow！ The loneliness in her is her diamond...well...
Under the dark, gray skyy in London... Shinning lonely Diamond...Wow...Wow...
She's about to cross the bridge now... She won't be broken down... The river quietly flowing through the city that she's leaving... Wow...Wow... Woo！
The loneliness in her is her diamond... Under the dark, gray sky in London... The loneliness in her is her diamond...shines... Under the dark, gray sky in London... Dark, grey sky in London...town
The loneliness in her is her diamond... bright Under the dark, gray sky in London...
Wow！Wow！Wow！
The loneliness in her is her diamond...shines
Under the dark, gray sky in London... Lonely, Shinning, Diamond...Wow...Wow...