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VANCE, Foy


Make It Rain


When the sins of my father

Weigh down in my soul

And the pain of my mother

Will not let me go

Well, I know there can come fire from the sky

To refine the purest of kings

Even though

I know this fire brings me pain


Even so

And, Lord, just the same

Make it rain …..


And the seed needs the water

Before it grows out of the ground

But it just keeps on getting hotter

And the hunger more profound

Well, I know there can come tears from their eyes

But they may as well be in vain

Even though

I know these tears will bring me pain


Even so

And, Lord, just the same

Oh, make it rain ….


The seas fill with water

Stops by the shore

Just like the riches of grandeur

Never reach the port

Let the clouds fill with thunderous applause

Oh, let lightning be the veins

Fill the sky

With all that they can drop

When it's time

To make a change


Make it rain

Oh, make it rain …..