North Pacific Rain

the summer elvis died
 and we slept outside
 the air raid siren blew;
 at twelve a.m. and noon
 this whidbey house upon the hill
 has long since been sold
 it's value in the past ten years
 has increased twenty fold
 i hope the man
 won't change too much
 oh mister owner please
 i'd love to drive by one more time
 and relive memories
 aunt beaulah's place is down the hill
 a skip right down the road
 not too far form myrtle ave
 you'll find her small abode
 she's cooking up her very famous
 home-made annual feast
 she invites the summer tenants
 and her co-retirees
 the summer elvis died
 and we slept outside
 the air raid siren blew;
 at twelve a.m. and noon
 though we never ever fall asleep
 we wouldn't dare complain
 we just traded jokes and anecdotes
 and laughed right through the night
 to the rhythm of the north pacific rain
 on our roof
 to the rhythm of the north pacific rain
 underneath the umbrella tree
 timmy's boat is calling me
 orange coats are left ashore
 with our shoes and an extra oar
 caught a chill from the harbor breeze
 we got in trouble when we rowed in
 so i put the blame on tim
 CHORUS