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

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