Queenie - Brazzaville

When I see

My life of sin

All the creeps

That I have been

Makes me wonder why

You stayed

You’re my Queen

Of Summer Rain

You make it all OK

My Queen of Summer Rain

Underneath

The falling stars

We live our lives

With heavy hearts

This world can make you

Want to die

But there’s another world

On high

You make it all OK

My Queen of Summer Rain

Soon I’ll be on a plane

And home with you again