I walked down to the sidewalk, the night was crying rain I heard thunder wandering, like a crash in someones tin I can tell from the lightnings flashing, the storm would not refrain. The wind blew through the treetops, and I saw some windowpane I heard someone down in the alley, a little voice called out my name, I saw the ghost of our wrecked romance, it was lost in the pouring rain.
Well I'm going back to the country up on the mountains up on the rising side and if you should ever leave me send me a letter with some love inside
where are you married? and in a good place? I need to know to be satisfied.
I walked on through the darkness, the night still pouring rain The wind blew through the treetops, and I saw some windowpane I saw the ghost of our wrecked romance, it was lost in the pouring rain one thing I have learned in my time, in the skies and on the ground... all the fires changed motivation, yet I burned to love that sound.