Turned On The Weather Man Just After The News

I Needed Sweet Rain To Wash Away My Blues

He Looked At The Chart, But He Looked In Vain

Heavy Cloud, But No Rain



Back In Time With Louis XVI

At The Court Of The People He Was Number One

He'd Be The Bluest Blood They'd Ever Seen

When The King Said, 'Hi' To The Guillotine

The Royal Astrologer Was Run Out Of Breath

He Thought That Maybe The Rain Would Postpone His Death

He Look In The Sky, But He Look In Vain

Heavy Cloud, But No Rain



Well The Land Was Cracking And The River Was Dry

All The Crops Were Dying When They Ought To Be High

So To Save His Farm From The Banker's Draft

The Farmer Took Out A Book On Some Old Witchcraft

He Made A Spell And A Potion On A Midsummer's Night

He Killed A Brindled Calf In The Pale Moonlight

He Prayed To The Sky, But He Prayed In Vain

Heavy Cloud, But No Rain



The Sun Won't Shine Till The Clouds Are Gone

The Clouds Won't Go Till Their Work Is Done

And Every Morning You'll Hear Me Pray

'If Only It Would Rain Today'



I Asked My Baby If There'd Be Some Way

She Said She Save Her Love For A Rainy Day

So I Look In The Sky, But I Look In Vain

Heavy Cloud, But No Rain