The sun climbs higher and the ground gets dry

A world of faces turn up to the sky

And lift their voices off the dying earth

To ask the heavens for a sign of rebirth

Waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain of love

 

Build your houses on the highest hill

Try and save yourself - I don't think that you will

'Cause nothing crumbles with the speed of hate

As water rushes through the narrowest gate

Waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain of love

 

I'm waiting for the rain to fall on me

Waiting for the clouds to fill with sympathy

 

FIll the churches, every shape and every size

But a heart left empty will be left behind

Kindness doesn't need a name or a face

And there are no borderlines to a state of grace

Waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain of love

 

The moon sinks lower and the night gets long

Hopelessness divides the weak from the strong

So lift each other - and in the rising tide

Both the brave and the fallen will arrive side by side

Waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain of love