(One two three, two two three, three two three)


A little rain may come
And compromise your mind
A little rain may blow
But pass right over
Oh, your neighbor's lies

The wicked wind may blow
And strike us all blind
The wicked wind may blow
And no window
Will stop the crying

Ooh


A little rain may come
To shine upon the poor
Some were made for suffering
And some suffer none
And some wait by the door

Ooh