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 canes Even though I know this fire brings me pain Even so and just the same
Make it rain Make it rain down low Make it rain, make it rain Make it rain Make it rain down low Make it rain, 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 all be in vain Even though I know these tears come with pain Even so and just the same
Make it rain Make it rain down low Make it rain, make it rain Make it rain Make it rain down low Make it rain, make it rain
And the seas are full of water It stops by the shore Just like the riches of grandeur That never reach the port
And let the claps fill with thunderous applause And let the lightning be the veins And fill the sky With all that they can drop When it's time to make a change
Make it rain Make it rain down low Make it rain, make it rain Make it rain Make it rain down low Make it rain, make it rain
Compositor: Foy Best Vance (PRS)Editores: Foy Vance Songs (ASCAP), Primary Wave Vance Music (ASCAP)Publicado em 2014 (11/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #6542065 e fonograma #13402563 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM