Wash The Ground

She was a strange girl, a crack in the glass
 A little south of central off the beaten path
 Well known around, if not by name
 A little past eccentric, little more than insane
 She don't trapeze when the moon is full
 And don't step outside when it's unseasonably cool
 She don't dance around in stocking feet
 And when the rain starts to pour she's been heard to repeat:
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"
 I met her in the fall, but by the time the ice thawed
 She was gone with the cold, blew out like a squall
 Gave no notice, left only this thrall
 We're just spreading her word like saints Peter and Paul
 Walking down the track, she ain't never coming back
 Must've been dressed for Jesus to go walking like that
 It was a stormy season, wind kept the trees bare
 She walked out of town, she sang as she went
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"
 Last one that saw her was old man Zeke
 And you can hear her in his voice every time he speaks
 What we carelessly sow, we regretfully reap
 But just because she was your lover don't make her yours to keep
 Slipped away, found some bed to lay
 Making her fortune in the usual way
 But when the rain clouds gather at the end of the day
 In the back of my mind, I can still hear her say:
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"
 "Rain, rain, come on down
 "Come on down and wash the ground"