"Cold Spring Harbor" Song Book!

Falling of the Rain

Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams
There stood a house and a man who painted nature scenes
He painted trees and fields and animals and streams and he stayed
And he didn't hear the fallin' of the rain

In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids
And she sang as she walked all around the wooded glade
She was glad when the rain came falling on her face and she sang
Cause she didn't mind the fallin' of the rain

Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lyin' next to me

High upon a hill far away from all the dusty crowd is a boy
With his eyes on the ground; his head is bowed; he is a fool
And his mind is filled with hopeless dreams and he waits
But he will not see the fallin' of the rain

Will it always be the
Same as we recall
Does it touch you when
The rain begins to fall
Ah, but I don't want to know
And I don't want to see
Another rainy day without
You lying next to me

So now the boy becomes the man
Who sits and paints all day
But the girl with the braids
In her hair has gone away

And it seems that time has brought
Things to an end, nothing's changed
'Cause you can't stop
The falling of the rain

Ah-ah
No, you can't stop
The falling of the rain