Writer(s): Foy Vance
Oh
When the sins of my father
weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
will not let me go
Well I know
there can come fire from the sky
to refine the purest of canes
Even though
I know this fire brings me pain
Even so
And just the same
Make it rain
Make it rain down Lord
Make it rain
Oh
make it rain
Make it rain
Oh
make it rain down Lord
Make it rain
Make it rain
And the seed needs the water
before it grows out of the ground
But it just keeps on getting hotter
and the hunger more profound
Well I know
there can come tears from the eyes
but they may as well all be in vain
And even though
I know these tears come with pain
Even so
And just the same
Make it rain
Make it rain down Lord
Make it rain
Oh
make it rain Make it rain
Make it rain down Lord
Just make it rain
Make it rain
And the seas are full of water
that stops by the shore
Just like the riches of grandeur
oh no no
never reach the port
And let the claps
fill with thunderous applause
and let lightning be the veins
And fill the sky
with all that they can drop
When it's time to make a change
Make it rain
Make it rain down Lord
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down Lord
Make it rain
oh
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Oh make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down Lord
Make it rain
oh Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
oh Make it rain
