I was raised the northern way
And my father had a northern name,
I did my crying out in the pouring rain.
And a season turned into another one,
I found a heart bright like the morning sun.
He touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips.
But i kept the rain
Falling down on me
All the time, all the time.
I kept the rain
Falling down on me
All the time, all the time.
And some things in life won`t ever change,
There`s a smell of a rusty chain
And of love disappearing like an aeroplane.
I`ve kept the rain
Falling down on me
All the time, all the time.
I`ve kept the rain
Falling down on me
All the time, all the time, all of the time.
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