When the wind blows

And the sky fogs

Up my picture in the mirror

 

When the river roars

And the birds soar

Above the woods we roamed

 

When the cliffs spike

And the rocks fall

From the mountains we once climbed

 

When the memories fade

And only ashes are left

From the campfire we once built

 

When the smiles leave

And the frowns replace

All the faces of the town

 

When the money's gone

And the hearts are desperate

To feed the mouths of children

 

When the storms are coming

And the people run

It will rain.

 

When the clouds thunder

And the lightning strikes

It will rain

 

When it rains upon the lonesome town

And the floods come back again

I will come home

 

When I come home to my people

And see your face once more

It must rain.