It is Raining by Lucy Mitchelle It is raining. Where would you like to be in the rain? Where would you like to be? I’d like to be on a city street Where the rain comes driving down Trying to make things neat As it washes the houses, roof and wall The taxis, buses, cars, and all. That’s where I’d like to be in the rain That’s where I’d like to be. It is raining. Where would you like to be in the rain? Where would you like to be? I’d like to be in a tall tree top Where the rain comes dripping drop, drop, drop, drop, Around on every side – where it wets the farmers, the barns, the pig. the cows, the chickens, both little and big. Where it batters and beats on a field of grain. And makes the little birds hide from the rain. That’s where I’d like to be in the rain. That’s where I’d like to be. It is raining. Where would you like to be in the rain? Where would you like to be? I’d like to be on a ship at sea Where everything’s wet as can be And the waves are rolling high Where sailors are pulling the ropes and singing And winds in the rigging and salt’s sprays stinging And round us sea gulls cry On a dipping, skimming ship at sea. That’s where I’d like to be in the rain. That’s where I’d like to be. Remember this guys? I just miss our high school days :/ pacnxaee -.-
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 09:46:11 +0000