The Rain
I was raised the northern wayand my father had a northern name,I did my crying out in the pouring rain.And a season turned into another one,I found a heart bright like the morning sun.He touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips.
But I kept the rainfalling down on meall the time, all the time.I kept the rainfalling down on meall the time, all the time.
And some things in life won't ever change,there's a smell of a rusty chainand of love disappearing like an aeroplane.I've kept the rainfalling down on meall the time, all the time.I've kept the rainfalling down on meall the time, all the time, all of the time.