Make It Rain

When the sins of my father，

Weigh down in my soul，

And the pain of my mother，

Will not let me go，

Well I know，there can come fire from the sky，

Till we find the purest of kings，

And even though I know this fire brings me pain，

Even so, I'm just the same，

Make it rain，

Make it rain down Lord，

Make it rain， make it rain，

And the seed needs the water，

Before it grows out of the ground，

But it just keeps on getting hard，

And the hunger more profound，

So,make it rain，

Make it rain,

Tell Lord，make it rain，

Make it rain，

Make it rain，

Oh,Lord, make it rain，

So,make it rain，

Make it rain，

Tell Lord,make it rain，