A Quiet Rain (Dedicated to Chris Rea)

Outside the window, a quiet rain falls down,
Stepping so softly on the asphalt of the town.
It feels just like a little, quiet lie,
A singer's broken note, a gentle sigh.

It washed the leaves and laid the dust to rest,
And dressed the grass in silver morning dew.
But splashing water on the hillside's crest,
It couldn't quench the deepest thirst we knew.

The flowers wear the raindrops just like beads,
The gardens shine with pearls so bright and clear.
The clouds don't have the power that we need,
And heaven's crying with a lonely tear...
Yeah, heaven's crying with a lonely tear.

It washed the leaves and laid the dust to rest,
And dressed the grass in silver morning dew.
But splashing water on the hillside's crest,
It couldn't quench the deepest thirst we knew.

The flowers wear the raindrops just like beads,
The gardens shine with pearls so bright and clear.
The clouds don't have the power that we need,
And heaven's crying with a lonely tear...
Oh, heaven's crying with a lonely tear.