She slips off softly in the early morning rain
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Upon a hillside for a place to hide her pain
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Breaking the cobwebs on the branches of the pine
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Asking forgiveness for me and my short time
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And did it rain, and did it rain
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And is there such a place called empty
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And did it rain, and did it rain
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And is there such a place called time
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Left on your mind
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I know the writer of the songs she sadly sings
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She rides a pony and her cape flies in the wind
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Checking the dewdrops on the branches of the corn
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She rides to keep her strange appoiontment with the dawn
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And did it rain, and did it rain
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And is there such a place called empty
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And dit it rain, and did it rain
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And is there such a place called time
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Left on your mind
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Did It Rain
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| Barbara Fairchild |
