A log drops and the
Fire creaks
All eyes turn but no
One speaks

The air grows heavy all
Thoughts the same
The rain, the rain, here
Comes the rain

Father scoffs and the
Baby cries
Son gets ready and the
Mother sighs

The air grows heavy all
Thoughts the same
The rain, the rain, here
Comes the rain

At the podium the
Voices speak
Ships touch ground on a
Sandy beach

The air goes heavy all
Thoughts the same
The rain, the rain, here
Comes the rain

On the front line a
Rifle cocks
A pin drops loaded and a
Trigger locks

Everyone grabs a weapon
Everyone takes aim
Another log drops on the
Fire and flames

Slave out in the field
Drops his work looks up
Beggar in the street drops
His begging cup

The air grows heavy all
Thoughts the same
The rain, the rain, here
Comes the rain

The rain, the rain, here
Comes the rain
The rain, the rain, here
Comes the rain
Here comes the rain, here
Comes the rain

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): KOSTAS, RAUL MALO