Falling of the Rain

Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams There stood a house and a man who painted nature scenes He painted trees and fields and animals and streams And he stayed, and he didn't hear the fallin' of the rain Ah-ha, no, he didn't hear the falling of the rain In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids And she sang as she walked all about the wooded glades She was glad when the rain came falling on her face And she sang 'cause she did not mind the fallin' of the rain Ah-ah, no, she didn't mind the falling of the rain Will it always be the same as we recall? Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall? Ah, but I don't want to know, and I don't want to see Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah High upon a hill far away from all the dusty crowd Is a boy with his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed He is a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams And he waits, but he will not see the fallin' of the rain Ah-ah, no, he will not see the falling of the rain Will it always be the same as we recall? Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall? Ah, but I don't want to know, and I don't want to see Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all day But the girl with the braids in her hair has gone away And it seems that time has brought things to an end Nothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rain Ah-ah, no, you can't stop the falling of the rain