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Have you ever seen the far side |
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Of a mountain swallow the sky |
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As you travel through the valley |
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And as your speedin still far behind |
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Through the valley where lovers climb |
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Have you ever seen the locust |
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Lean his wings right after a plague |
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Like ascendin of a dark cloud |
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In the sunlight to end the day |
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To kill the sunlight, to end the day |
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Yes it will follow the rain |
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Have you ever seen the quiet |
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Indecision of a man |
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When he's standing by the fire |
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With an eager friend in his hand |
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Will he ever quite understand |
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That it will follow the rain |
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I said oh my friend |
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It will follow the rain |
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Have you ever seen your baby |
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Getting caught by the lonesome wind |
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And the whistling round the corners |
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Telling you they have let her in |
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Separation can now begin |
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Yes, it will follow now the rain. |
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I said oh my friend. |
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It will follow the rain |
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I said oh my friend |
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It will follow the rain |
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Have you ever seen the far side |
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Of a mountain swallow the sky, |
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As you travel through the valley |
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As you're speeding still far behind |
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Through the valley where lovers climb |
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Where the children will blink and sigh |
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They have caught a lightning strike |
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In the jar just to watch it die |
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In the valley where lovers climb |
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Yes it will follow the rain |
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I said oh my friend |
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It will follow the rain |
