It's gonna rain,
Oh, it's gonna come down hard,
There will be flashes of light coming from the sky,
Shining in the dark,
Oh, it's gonna pour and fill up your cup,
And when it gets to the top, it's not going stop
It will flow you a river.
Oh it's going to bring fields of roses,
You won't go until you've had more than your fill,
More wins than losses.
It's gonna rain,
It's gonna get colder,
It used to be said, "it's not quite as bad now that we're older."
Oh it just might bring fields of roses,
You won't go until you've had more than your fill,
And more wins than losses.
Oh no.
It's gonna start,
Yeah it's gonna get real quiet,
And a bird on it's way to some far off place is gonna sing you to sleep tonight.
Yeah and there's gonna be fields of roses,
You won't go until you've had more than your fill,
And more wins than losses.
Oh there's gonna be fields of roses,
You won't go until you've hand more than your fill,
And more wins than losses.
Oh no.