Let It Rain - Anna Ternheim

Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain

In his heart on his tounge, the taste is sweet again

Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain

But he said a feather, and his mind can take all, his feet are moving again

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Morning comes, wakes him up, he looks out at the parking lot

Sees the house, he was born, almost 57 years ago

Where his brother lives, where his sister moved, and all three went to

unfinished school

Where the father died, in '59, and mother did in 63'

He’s reminded of her when he looks at me

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

That’s how, that’s how all things grow

That’s how, that’s how all things grow

I’ve been waiting for the noosy set, 20 years I’ve been waiting

For the last pages in a book I read, of love, death and endless need

About you, your sister your mother and me, even the happiest families bleed

I want to get even, making it last, get every bastard from the past

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Let it rain, on me, let it rain

Oh let it rain, on me, that’s how

That’s how all things grow, that’s how

That’s how all things grow, that’s how

That’s how all things grow, that’s how

That’s how all things grow

Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past

Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past

Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past