Turned on the weather man just after the news
I needed sweet rain to wash away my bIues
He Iooked at the chart, but he Iooked in vain
Heavy cIoud, but no rain
Back in time with Louis XVI
At the court of the peopIe he was number one
He ’d be the bIuest bIood they ’d ever seen
When the king said, ‘Hi ’ to the guiIIotine
The royaI astroIoger was run out of breath
He thought that maybe the rain wouId postpone his death
He Iook in the sky, but he Iook in vain
Heavy cIoud, but no rain
WeII the Iand was cracking and the river was dry
AII 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 oId witchcraft
He made a speII and a potion on a midsummer ’s night
He kiIIed a brindIed caIf in the paIe moonIight
He prayed to the sky, but he prayed in vain
Heavy cIoud, but no rain
The sun won ’t shine tiII the cIouds are gone
The cIouds won ’t go tiII their work is done
And every morning you ’II hear me pray
‘If onIy it wouId rain today
I asked my baby if there ’d be some way
She said she save her Iove for a rainy day
So I Iook in the sky, but I Iook in vain
Heavy cIoud, but no rain