(Rod McKuen)
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The old gate is rusting in the rain. Children, comin' home from school, no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek
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That just around the bend becomes a pool.
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[Chorus:]
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And we've all grown older. Come see where we have been out here rusting in the rain.
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The old house is creaking in the rain. Lovers, comin' down the hill, no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree
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They took away for lumber to the mill.
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[Chorus 2x]
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The old world is dying in the rain. The summer coming, every year, no longer stops to wonder as it goes along its way
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Did anybody ever leave here?
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[Chorus 2x]
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Rusting In The Rain
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| The Kingston Trio |
