Ragged and rough in those sepia pages Tear streaked and fearful alone They were caught in the flash of the curious camera And number a name do you know where they've gone They came with the faces of innocents And they left with the bodies of men They were out on the run They were fleeing the wrath of the rain Deadbeat with drifting they scrambled ashore And they ran from the spell of the sea And they looked to the past and drank to the future And knew in their hearts it was never to be Now some of them came from the stony lands And some from the paths of the plain But every man was fleeing the wrath of the rain Where have they gone to those faded faces Those fierce moustachioed men The women and boys and their tattered belongings What has become of the loss and the pain I see them today on the streets of the city We nod to each other again And I stand in their doorways to shelter Awhile from the rain Cause we're out on the run We were all fleeing the wrath of the rain Yes we are