Billy Joel Falling Of The Rain
Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreamsThere stood a house and a man who painted nature scenesHe painted trees and fields and animals and streams and he stayedAnd he didn't hear the fallin' of the rain In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braidsAnd she sang as she walked all around the wooded gladeShe was glad when the rain came falling on her face and she sang'Cause she didn't mind the fallin' 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 seeAnother rainy day without you lyin' next to me High upon a hill far away from all the dusty crowd is a boyWith his eyes on the ground; his head is bowed; he is a foolAnd his mind is filled with hopeless dreams and he waitsBut he will not see the fallin' 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 seeAnother rainy day without you lyin' next to me So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all dayBut the girl with the braids in her hair has gone awayAnd it seems that time has brought things to an end; nothing's changed'Cause you can't stop the fallin' rain.
