Children 18:3 Rain's A Comin'
Crawl down
Won't you come on down?
Run down with me
Fly down, sugar, come on down
Run down, the rain's coming
The ship was all but grounded
For the tide had not come in
After forty days of waiting
For the journey to begin
Now the castaways are stranded
And the natives have grown thin
And the fuses that were lit
Have come to their end
Crawl down
Won't you come on down?
Run down with me
Fly down, sugar, come on down
Run down, the rain's coming
The rain's coming
