Falling of the Rain

Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams
 There stood a house and a man who painted nature scenes
 He painted trees and fields and animals and streams
 And he stayed, and he didn't hear the fallin' of the rain
 Ah-ha, no, he didn't hear the falling of the rain
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 In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids
 And she sang as she walked all about the wooded glades
 She was glad when the rain came falling on her face
 And she sang 'cause she did not mind the fallin' of the rain
 Ah-ah, no, she didn't mind the falling of the rain
 Will it always be the same as we recall?
 Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
 Ah, but I don't want to know, and I don't want to see
 Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah
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 High upon a hill far away from all the dusty crowd
 Is a boy with his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed
 He is a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams
 And he waits, but he will not see the fallin' of the rain
 Ah-ah, no, he will not see the falling of the rain
 Will it always be the same as we recall?
 Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
 Ah, but I don't want to know, and I don't want to see
 Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah
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 So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all day
 But the girl with the braids in her hair has gone away
 And it seems that time has brought things to an end
 Nothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rain
 Ah-ah, no, you can't stop the falling of the rain