Rusting In The Rain - The Kingston Trio

The old gate is rusting in the rain.

Children, comin' home from school,

no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek

That just around the bend becomes a pool

And we’ve all grown older.

Come see where we have been out here rusting in the

rain

The old house is creaking in the rain.

Lovers, comin' down the hill,

no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree

They took away for lumber to the mill

And we’ve all grown older.

Come see where we have been out here rusting in the

rain

And we’ve all grown older.

Come see where we have been out here rusting in the

rain

The old world is dying in the rain.

The summer coming, every year,

no longer stops to wonder as it goes along its way

Did anybody ever leave here?

And we’ve all grown older.

Come see where we have been out here rusting in the

rain

And we’ve all grown older.

Come see where we have been out here rusting in the

rain