I am the rain Held in disdain Lotions and potions just add to my fame The rime that in spain Fall on the plain The truth is I'm ruthless I can't be contained.
I'm the rain
My friend the wind To breath he is twinned Blow high or low high Tornadoes to spin
My mother the cloud In widow's black shroud Gives birth to the earth Before fields can be plowed
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply I am necessity, base of the recipe
I'm the rain
My cousin the snow Lays blankets below States that her flakes are The threads to the soul
My rival the sun Who ripens the plum Is feared and revered He gives sight to the gun
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply I am necessity, base of the recipe
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply I am necessity, base of the recipe
I am the rain, am the rain
I am the rain, who's held in disdain The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained...
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I am the rain
Held in disdain
Lotions and potions just add to my fame
The rime that in spain
Fall on the plain
The truth is I'm ruthless
I can't be contained.
I'm the rain
My friend the wind
To breath he is twinned
Blow high or low high
Tornadoes to spin
My mother the cloud
In widow's black shroud
Gives birth to the earth
Before fields can be plowed
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I'm the rain
My cousin the snow
Lays blankets below
States that her flakes are
The threads to the soul
My rival the sun
Who ripens the plum
Is feared and revered
He gives sight to the gun
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I am the rain, am the rain
I am the rain, who's held in disdain
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained...
I am the sea
Is it me, for a moment...
Bell boy...
Love, reign o'er me...
Can you see the real me, can you, can you?
The Who
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