Wind blows from the north to the south on the great pastoral plains
It�s not a prayer or some magic hoax that makes the fields turn green
He came down from burlington on a train he boarded last week
And the rainmaker will make for us, sweet soft summer rain
It�s a lonely life just telling lies to the people who want what�s good
So the rainmaker went to a hotel out west and ended his rainmaking days
And the people weren�t saved and the flocks wasted away and all the crops were turn?d to hay
And the people start?d to pray for sweet soft summer rain
