The soul is the rock and
The rock will not be moved
Nothing is disputed,
Yet nothing is disproved
And the seeds of the earth
That were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest
Than the rock was prone to grow

Say what you like to, do what you do
Everyone's sleeping now two by two
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall

Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The sea is the space which
The rock has displaced
The mind is some stranger
That some soul has embraced
And somewhere between,
In a no-man's land of dreams
The heart becomes the soldier
Yet the rock is not redeemed

Say what you like to, do what you can
Live like a sheep, die like a lamb
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall

Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The soul is the rock and
The rock will always roll
In circles 'round the sun
Doing rings around the pole
When the mind is not sure
What the heart will do next
The rock becomes the master
And the road becomes what's left

Late one night when the moon shone down
We went to the mill on the edge of the town
She wore white, I wore black
The town was sleeping when we got back

Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The soul is the rock and
The rock will not be harmed
Though man must be cheated
Just as women must be charmed
And the mind is the light
For the heart which cannot see
The soul becomes the stranger
But the rock will always be

Say what you like to, do what you do
Everyone's sleeping now two by two
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall

Oh.. Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The soul is the rock and
The rock will not be moved
Nothing is disputed
Yet nothing is disproved
And the seeds of the earth
That were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest
Than the rock was prone to grow

And the seeds of the earth
That were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest
Than the rock was prone to grow

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): GORDON LIGHTFOOT