She was a strange girl a crack in the glass a little south of central off the beaten path well known around if not by name a little past eccentric little more than insane she don't trapeze when the moon is full don't step outside when its unseasonably cool she don't dance around in stocking feet and when the rain starts to fall she's been heard to repeat
Rain rain come on down come on down and wash the ground rain rain come on down come on down and wash the ground
Met her in fall, but by the time the ice thawed she was gone with the cold blew out like a squall gave no notice left only this thrall, we're just spreading her word like Saints Peter and Paul walking down the tracks she ain't never coming back musta been dressed for Jesus to go walking like that was the stormy season wind kept the trees bent she walked out of town she sang as she went
rain rain come on down come on down and wash the ground rain rain come on down come on down and wash the ground
last one that saw her was old man Zeke and you can hear it in his voice every time he speaks what we carelessly sow we regretfully reap just because she was your lover don't make her yours to keep slipped away found some other bed to lay making her fortune in the usual way but when the rain clouds gather at the end of the day in the back of my mind i can still hear her say
rain rain come on down come on down and wash the ground rain rain come on down come on down and wash the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
