Billy scuffs at the dirt, gives a “Hey batter, hey batter, swing!”
Though he knows no one hears him over the jackhammer’s ring
He looks down at his feet, sees an arrowhead stuck in the clay
He pockets it wondering if this is the last game they’ll play
There will come soft rains
There will come soft rains
There will come soft rains
Soft rains, soft rains
On the Fourth of July, Billy’s grinning, bound in the spell
Of calliope music and the bark of a carny’s hard sell
The rattle and roar of the best coaster in the Midwest
The aroma of creosote, cotton candy and sweat
There will come soft rains
There will come soft rains
There will come soft rains
Soft rains, soft rains
Well farmers had sons who were farmers
Then farmers had sons who went off to war
Then soldiers came home to work steel
And built things to last ever more
And built things to last ever more
A crooked old man takes a walk in the woods with his dog
Who barks in assent as the man strips a branch from a log
He stumbles and falls as he throws with a younger man’s force
And lands face to face with the head of a carousel horse
There will come soft rains
There will come soft rains
There will come soft rains
Soft rains, soft rains
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