When the rain begins to drop
I sometimes pray it ne'er stop;
I should maybe like to drown
all the sins of this fair town,
and all the pain in my mind,
all constricting ties that bind.
And when these are washed away,
learn another lay to play.
When the rain will start to fall
on ev'ry home, hold, and hall,
no one knows what it will bring -
neither priest nor royal king.
Those who do not learn the past,
doomed, repeat in future vast;
consequence from sin depends,
the ark against floods defends.
When the rain can plunge about
urban fervor it will rout,
rural torpor it will cease,
barren wasteland will increase.
All beneath the flood shall lie,
water not distinct from sky,
'til a covenant is reached
through the dove we have beseeched.
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