| An old preacher holds on to a Bible
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| A small child sings «The Water Is Wide»
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| I stand like stone all alone outside their circle
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| A faithless man, a fast left hand, and a hole inside
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| Her golden hair shined like sunlight Sunday morning
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| A band of gold was never placed on her left hand
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| Now they tell me that a band of angels
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| Waits to receive her in some distant land
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| It’s a cold dark rain that keeps on fallin'
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| On the just as well as the unjust
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| Yet the sun, you see, it also rises
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| If it don’t, blame it on a lack of trust
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| Now the preacher tells me of a promise
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| Of a heaven, an everlasting love
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| But his words to me now are of little comfort
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| As I see her lying there, just the sky above
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| It’s a cold dark rain that keeps on fallin'
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| On the just as well as the unjust
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| Yet the sun, you see, it also rises
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| If it don’t, blame it on a lack of trust
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| It’s a cold dark rain that keeps on fallin'
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| On the just as well as the unjust
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| Yet the sun, you see, it also rises
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| If it don’t, blame it on a lack of trust
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| If it don’t, just blame it on a lack of trust |