I WAS RAISED THE NORTHERN WAY
AND MY FATHER HAD A NORTHER 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 WITHHIS FINGERS.
BUT I KEPT THE RAIN FALLING DOWN
ON ME ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME.
I KEPT THE RAIN FALLING DOWN
ON ME ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME.
AND SOME THING IN LIFE WON´T EVER CHANGE
THERE´S A SMELL OF A RUSTY CHAIN
AND OF LOVE DISAPPERAING LIKE AN AEROPLANE.
I´VE KEPT THE RAIN FALLING DOWN
ON ME ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME.
I´VE KEPT THE RAIN FALLING DOWN
ON ME ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME, ALL