Rain (revisited two)

The oldest of my songs that I still perform.

Backup:

Rain, the gentle rain that hung upon the grass
The autumn rain that touched the fields so early
When the summer sun returns, will you hold me in your arms
Once again, among the fields of golden barley?

Summer was a burning wind that raised a bitter crop
That came and went so quickly and unfairly
Then the autumn rain put a rust upon my heart, left alone
Among the fields of golden barley

A pale song, a sad song to hold within my mind
A bitter song of summer love gone from me
Such a pale song, a sad song to hold within my mind
Left alone among the fields of golden barley

Rain, the gentle rain that hung upon the grass
The autumn rain that touched the fields so early
When the summer sun returns, will you hold me in your arms
Once again, among the fields of golden barley?