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Paroles #1 du titre Falling of the Rain
Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams there stood a house
And a man who painted nature scenes.
He painted trees
And fields and animals and streams
And he stayed and he didn't hear the falling of the rain
No, he didn't hear the falling of the rain
In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids and she sang
As she walked all about the wooded glades.
She was glad when the rain came falling on her face
And she sang, 'cause she didn't mind the falling of the rain
No, she didn't mind the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
High upon a hill far away from the dusty crowd is a boy
With his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed.
He's a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams
And he waits, but he will not see the falling of the rain
No, he will not see the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all day,
But the girl with the braids in her hair has gone away.
And it seems that time has brought things to an end.
Nothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rain,
Can't stop the falling of the rain.
And a man who painted nature scenes.
He painted trees
And fields and animals and streams
And he stayed and he didn't hear the falling of the rain
No, he didn't hear the falling of the rain
In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids and she sang
As she walked all about the wooded glades.
She was glad when the rain came falling on her face
And she sang, 'cause she didn't mind the falling of the rain
No, she didn't mind the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
High upon a hill far away from the dusty crowd is a boy
With his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed.
He's a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams
And he waits, but he will not see the falling of the rain
No, he will not see the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all day,
But the girl with the braids in her hair has gone away.
And it seems that time has brought things to an end.
Nothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rain,
Can't stop the falling of the rain.
Paroles #2 du titre Falling of the Rain
Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams there stood a house
And a man who painted nature scenes.
He painted trees
And fields and animals and streams
And he stayed and he didn't hear the falling of the rain
No, he didn't hear the falling of the rain
In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids and she sang
As she walked all about the wooded glades.
She was glad when the rain came falling on her face
And she sang, 'cause she didn't mind the falling of the rain
No, she didn't mind the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
High upon a hill far away from the dusty crowd is a boy
With his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed.
He's a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams
And he waits, but he will not see the falling of the rain
No, he will not see the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all day,
But the girl with the braids in her hair has gone away.
And it seems that time has brought things to an end.
Nothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rain,
Can't stop the falling of the rain.
And a man who painted nature scenes.
He painted trees
And fields and animals and streams
And he stayed and he didn't hear the falling of the rain
No, he didn't hear the falling of the rain
In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids and she sang
As she walked all about the wooded glades.
She was glad when the rain came falling on her face
And she sang, 'cause she didn't mind the falling of the rain
No, she didn't mind the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
High upon a hill far away from the dusty crowd is a boy
With his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed.
He's a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams
And he waits, but he will not see the falling of the rain
No, he will not see the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah.
So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all day,
But the girl with the braids in her hair has gone away.
And it seems that time has brought things to an end.
Nothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rain,
Can't stop the falling of the rain.
