Harry James Angus - Bring The Rain lyrics

Why does your mother always make you do a job when you're having fun? In the corner of the dusty yard he's made a spaceship out of aluminum "Go and get me a bag of mushrooms from the market, don't spend more than this coin" And then she looks up and searches the sky for just one drop of water Come on Boy, please, bring the rain Bring the rain Bring the thunder from the hills Bring the spray from off the sea Bring the rain Sometimes bullets fly and crack... into walls overhead We don't even look up anymore You can take everything from some people And they'll still have room for more He's a barefoot monkey You can't bring a running boy down In the street old mothers dressed in black cry from parched and cracked mouths Come on Boy, please, bring the rain Bring the rain Bring the thunder from the hills Bring the spray from off the sea Bring the rain And the market place is filled with things That he never ever gets to see Chocolate bars and DVDs And the voices all around him are a hubbub rising to a scream And you've dropped your coin, better not stop to pick it up boy, something's coming There's a rumbling in the air and there's a feeling everywhere that something's coming And the sky is filled with planes Bring the rain Bring the rain Bring the rain Bring the rain Bring the thunder from the hills Bring the fists and bring the flame Bring the rain Because when it comes, when it comes It comes in a flood To wash everything away Bring the rain