歌詞

When the sins of my father weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother will not let me go Well, I know there can come fire from the sky to refine the purest of kings Even though, I know this fire brings me pain Even so, Lord just the same Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain Every seed needs the water before it grows out of the ground But it just keeps on getting hard, and the hunger more profound Well, I know there can come tears from the eye, but they may as well be in vain Even though I know these tears will bring me pain Even so, Lord just the same Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain Well, the sea is filled with water, stops by the shore Just like the riches of grandeur never reach the poor Let the clouds fill with thunderous applause, oh let lightning be the veins Fill the sky with all that they can draw, when it's time to make a change Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
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