On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn
With her sweetheart by her side,
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain,

"We must stay home, Joe," she cried.
"There's a picnic, too, at the old Point View,
It's a shame it rained today."

Then the boy drew near, kissed away each tear,
And she heard him softly say:
"Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,

When the clouds go drifting by,
We will be happy, Nellie,
Don't you sigh.

Down Lover's Lane we'll wander,
Sweethearts you and I.
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,

Bye and bye."