Oh
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
Purifying the purest of kings
And even though
I know this fire brings me pain
Even so
And just the same
Make it rain
Make it rain down lord
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down lord
Make it rain
Make it rain
Oh, the seed needs the water
Before it grows out of the ground
But it just keeps on getting hotter
And the hunger more profound
Well I know there can come tears from their eyes
But they may as well all be in vain
And even though
I know these tears come with pain
Even so
And just the same
Make it rain
Make it rain down lord
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down lord
Just make it rain
Make it rain
And the seas are full of water
That stops by the shore
Just like the riches of grandeur
Oh, no no
That never reach the poor
And let the clouds fill with thunderous applause
And let lightning be the veins
And fill the sky, with all that they can drop
When it's time, to make a change
Make it rain
Make it rain down lord
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down lord
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down lord
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain
Writer(s): Foy Vance
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