Raindrops Keep Falling On the Dead

It's a foolish enterprise To tell a man when and where his death lies So if you find out on your Ouija board Don't spoil the surprise Just tell me fibs Tell me porkies Tell me lies Fibs, porkies, lies The night can cough up many secrets From its long dark throat Yes everything you've ever tried to flush Will ultimately float And I dreamed the cloud of judgement Was raining very hard upon my head Oh honey, it's not funny You singing Raindrops keep falling on the dead So just keep on telling lies A mans death is his own I surmise So if your premonitions yield The time and place of my demise Just tell me fibs Tell me porkies Tell me lies Fibs, porkies, lies The night can surrender many wonders In our big soft bed Yes your loving can heal my aching heart But it can't heal the dead And I dreamed the cloud that had your name Was weeping very softly on my head Oh honey, it's not funny You singing Raindrops keep falling on the Raindrops keep falling on Rain raindrops keep falling on the dead Dead dead dead dead dead