Dark as the world of man,

Black as our loss

Blind as 1940 nails upon the cross

With a sound like pulse of the heart
Changed to the hammer-beat

In the potter's field, and the sound
At the impious feet in the tomb

Still falls the rain still falls the rain
Still falls the rain still falls the rain

Dark as the world of man,
Black as our loss

Blind as 1940 nails upon the cross

With a sound like pulse of the heart
Changed to the hammer-beat

In the potter's field, and the sound
At the impious feet in the tomb

Still falls the rain

Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain

Still falls the rain

Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain

Then sounds the voice of one
Who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among
Beasts has lain
"Still do I love, still shed my
Innocent light.
My blood, for thee."my blood, for thee."
My blood, for thee."my blood, for thee."

Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain

Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain

Still falls the rain
Still falls the rain
Still Falls The Rain - Delis Pice