It's raining in the village,
And the sky's a weary gray,
And my love won't leave my arms
Until the rain has passed away.

Gazing through the window,
While the room is warm and still,
To a tiny mist of sunlight
Through a cloud beyond the hill.

And as we lie
And we watch,
I keep hoping he'll remain,
For the love
In my heart
Is as strong as the rain.

And when I feel his kisses,
Then I pray the rain will fall,
Rain will fall within the village
Every time he comes to call.