Green are the streets The asphalt is glistening When the dust of the day Shall be washed away The windows are closed And the rain is dripping From sill to sill And down to the ground When the May rain comes Very young are the leaves Of the trees and the shrubs And tiny flowers grow In the roadside ditch The laughter of the child Who's jumping into puddles Whilst the water trickles Right over his face When the May rain comes This is the morning of the year A rainy green smile After a long gloomy Pale winter night The shouting of the child Melts into rustling When the heavy rain Rushes from on high When the May rain comes All of this shall be washed away When the May rain comes...