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"