Rain, dear rain,
Won't you wash his name
Away from my heart,
Away from my brain.
...
You're my personal disorder
Of the soul and mental order.
Your voice's my prayer rug
And you - my special sort of drug,
...
Rain Dear Rain
Rain, dear rain,
Won't you wash his name
Away from my heart,
Away from my brain.
Rain, dear rain,
won't you wash this feel
Away from my life,
Away from my way.
Rain, dear rain,
I can't handled it again,
I still see his face,
I still call his name.
Rain, dear rain,
I can't taike it once again,
I still love him badly,
I woul kiss him deadly.