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