It was raining
When we were small
Things cleared up and we stood tall
Walked the walk, and gave our all
We didn’t mind . . .
That it was raining.
It was raining
When we said farewell
They said we could come indoors
But we said, “no way in hell”
We walked the walk, and gave our all
We didn’t mind . . .
That it was raining.
It was raining
When we were no longer tall
No longer young, some, not there at all
But we walked the walk, and welcomed all
We didn’t mind . . .
That it was raining.
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