Falling of the Rain
Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams there stood a houseAnd a man who painted nature scenesHe painted treesAnd fields and animals and streamsAnd he stayed and he didn't hear the falling of the rainNo, he didn't hear the falling of the rain
In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids and she sangAs she walked all about the wooded gladesShe was glad when the rain came falling on her faceAnd she sang, 'cause she didn't mind the falling of the rainNo, she didn't mind the falling of the rainWill it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to seeAnother rainy day without you lying next to me, ahHigh upon a hill far away from the dusty crowd is a boyWith his eyes on the ground, his head is bowedHe's a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreamsAnd he waits, but he will not see the falling of the rainNo, he will not see the falling of the rainWill it always be the same as we recall?Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to seeAnother rainy day without you lying next to me, ah
So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all dayBut the girl with the braids in her hair has gone awayAnd it seems that time has brought things to an endNothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rainCan't stop the falling of the rain