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
'Cause she did not mind the falling of the rain
No, she didn't mind the falling of the rain

Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
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 all the dusty crowd
Is a boy
With his eyes on the crowd
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 falling of the rain
No, he will not see the falling of the rain

Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
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
No, you can't stop the falling of the rain