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

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