Still,

I Think Of You, Baby

And How I Grew Old With You Then

And This Summer, You'll Call-maybe

And Act As If We Were Old Friends

You'd Say, 'how Are You, Baby'

I'd Say, 'it's Raining In Athens'

And To This Day

I Nurse The Fever

That Spoiled My Poor Heart

And I've Mastered The Art Of Dealing

Slipping Away Without Falling Apart

So When This Summer, You Call-maybe

And Ask How

I've Been

I Can Be Honest And Answer Plainly

'Since November, It's Been Raining'