Teksty: William Elliott Whitmore. Let The Rain Come In.

Open up the door and let the sound come in
I can hear the owls and the dogs again
And they sing
And they shout
When the moon is out

Open up the window and let the storm come in
I need to feel the water on my skin
And the crops need help to grow
And this rain's gonna make it so

I can see the setting sun
And I know my days are done
But let it be said
That I've got no regrets
And I've made good on what I owe

And let it be known
That this place was not my home
That this place was not my home