Song | Early Morning Rain |
Artist | Eva Cassidy |
Album | The Best of Eva Cassidy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Chorus: | |
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand | |
And an aching in my heart | |
And my pockets full of sand | |
I'm a long way from home | |
And I miss my loved ones so | |
In the early morning rain | |
With no place to go | |
Out on runway number 9 | |
Big 77 set to go | |
But I'm stuck here on the ground | |
Where the cold winds blow | |
Your can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train | |
So I best be on my way in the early morning rain | |
Hear her mighty engines roar | |
See the silver bird on high | |
She's away and westward bound far above my home she'll fly | |
Where the morning rain don't fall | |
And the sun always shines | |
She'll be flying past my home | |
In about 3 hours time | |
Chorus |
Chorus: | |
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand | |
And an aching in my heart | |
And my pockets full of sand | |
I' m a long way from home | |
And I miss my loved ones so | |
In the early morning rain | |
With no place to go | |
Out on runway number 9 | |
Big 77 set to go | |
But I' m stuck here on the ground | |
Where the cold winds blow | |
Your can' t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train | |
So I best be on my way in the early morning rain | |
Hear her mighty engines roar | |
See the silver bird on high | |
She' s away and westward bound far above my home she' ll fly | |
Where the morning rain don' t fall | |
And the sun always shines | |
She' ll be flying past my home | |
In about 3 hours time | |
Chorus |
Chorus: | |
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand | |
And an aching in my heart | |
And my pockets full of sand | |
I' m a long way from home | |
And I miss my loved ones so | |
In the early morning rain | |
With no place to go | |
Out on runway number 9 | |
Big 77 set to go | |
But I' m stuck here on the ground | |
Where the cold winds blow | |
Your can' t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train | |
So I best be on my way in the early morning rain | |
Hear her mighty engines roar | |
See the silver bird on high | |
She' s away and westward bound far above my home she' ll fly | |
Where the morning rain don' t fall | |
And the sun always shines | |
She' ll be flying past my home | |
In about 3 hours time | |
Chorus |