Rain's A Comin' - Children 18:3

Crawl down

Won’t you come on down?

Run down with me

Fly down, sugar, come on down

Run down, the rain’s coming

The ship was all but grounded

For the tide had not come in

After forty days of waiting

For the journey to begin

Now the castaways are stranded

And the natives have grown thin

And the fuses that were lit

Have come to their end

Crawl down

Won’t you come on down?

Run down with me

Fly down, sugar, come on down

Run down, the rain’s coming

The rain’s coming