Make It Rain Songtext
von Clark Beckham

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
And even though I know this fire brings me pain
Even so, just the same

Make it rain
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 harder
And the hunger more profound

So make it rain
Make it rain
Dear Lord, make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Oh Lord, make it rain

So make it rain
Don′t make it rain
Dear Lord, make it rain