It's raining
It's pouring
My aching
Heart
Is soaring
It went to bed
When I fell
On my head
I never
Woke up
In the morning
It's raining
It's pouring
My sweet angel
Is alluring
He smoked
A bet
To
Get to bed
Inorder
For The Lord
To mourn me
It's raining
It's pouring
If your reading this
Your touring
A shattered mind
Broken with time
I will no longer
Care
By morning
