(Jack Marshall - Farnon Young)

Standin' in the field lookin' at a small dark cloud above my head
And the cloud is blockin' out the sun and fillin' up my mind with things I've read
Everything is bright as summer in my little tiny world of space
All except the one small memory that my mind just won't erase.

Maybe she'll be needin' her some time to do some thinkin'
Maybe she'll be wantin' to be free
And maybe on a cold and rainy day in the winter
Maybe she'll be comin' back to me.

It's not like a normal land to let this thing keep hangin' in my brain
I have given it the time it needs the hill so it won't come back again
But everytime I come back to this little spot that we called our place
The small dark cloud comes back to block the sun that is shinin' on my face.

Maybe she'll be needin' her some time to do some thinkin'
Maybe she'll be wantin' to be free
And maybe on a cold and rainy day in the winter
Maybe she'll be comin' back to me.

And maybe on a cold and rainy day in the winter
Maybe she'll be comin' back to me…