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 falling of the rain No, he didn't hear the falling of the rain In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids and she sang As she walked all about the wooded glades She was glad when the rain came falling on her face And she sang, because she didn't mind the falling of the rain No, she didn't mind the falling of the rain [Bridge] 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 High upon a hill far away from the dusty crowd is a boy With his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed He's a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams And he waits, but he will not see the falling of the rain No, he will not see the falling of the rain [Bridge] 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, because you can't stop the falling of the rain Can't stop the falling of the rain