I was raised the northern way and my father had a northern name,
I did my crying out in the pouring rain.
And a season turned into another one, I found a heart bright like the morning sun.
He touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips.
But I kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time.
I kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time.
And some things in life won´t ever change,
there´s a smell of a rusty chain and of love disappearing like an aeroplane.
I´ve kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time.
I´ve kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time,
all of the time.