Make It Rain
Foy Vance
Oh
Oh oh oh
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 that there can come fire from the sky
To refine the purest of kings
And even though I know this fire brings me pain
And even so
And just the same
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
Make it rain
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
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
