I Guess I’ll Have To Change My Plan - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

Rain falling from the skies

Like lonely tears through misty eyes

Rain streaming down my face

Brings memories my heart cannot erase

Here alone in all my sorrows

Waiting for the clouds to hurry by

Praying that a new tomorrow

Will put the sun back in the sky

Rain wash away my tears

So when that sun appears

I’ll see my love again