High in the Smokies on a dark cloudy day
Newlyweds boasting, in the shade, in the shade
I hear a lady, she's mildly complaining
Her glasses are tinted, she wishes it weren't raining
The mountains look different, wishes she weren't wearing
In the shade, in the shade, wearing her sunglasses in the shade

Black glasses like cheating, a mirror repeating, repeating
In the shade

You come up the mountain just as I'm coming down
It's cool, dark and cloudy, you're wearing a frown
You're wearing sunglasses, the rain starts to come down
A drop on your eyeglass, we speak as we pass
I said, where are you going? Your sadness is showing
In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade

Black glasses like cheating, a mirror repeating, repeating
In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade

We fight in close quarters in our automobile
enclosed by our anger, sunglasses at the wheel
We hide behind sunglass, it's like madness
I can't see your sadness, I have you to thank
For the answers I find trying to fill in the blanks
In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade.

God grant me the serenity
In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade

Newlyweds wake at the inn on the mountain
It's eggs over easy but tension is mounting
I felt so shy, my eyes telling I cried
A new bride in sunglasses sits at my side
Her eyes are shaded, shadowed and shaded
In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade

Come join me in this mountain pageantry
In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade

In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade
Black glasses like cheating, a mirror repeating, repeating
In the shade, in the shade, wearing sunglasses in the shade.

© 1987 Jill Turner