Underneath the cloudy skies of London town,
Where cobblestone streets and history abound,
Love blossoms quietly, without a sound,
In the gentle mist of the British rain.

By the Thames, where whispers of time flow,
Hearts connect in a dance, soft and slow,
Beneath the old bridges, where secrets grow,
Love finds its way, in a silent refrain.

In the gardens where roses bloom bright,
Lovers stroll through the fading twilight,
Hand in hand, they chase the night,
Under the spell of the British rain.

And as the Big Ben chimes through the air,
Promises are made, tender and rare,
In the heart of Britain, without a care,
Love endures, through sun and rain.