The Rain کے بول

I was raised the Northern way And 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 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 things in life won't ever change There's a smell of a rusty chain And of love disappearing like an aeroplane 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 All the time