Did It Rain?

Barbara Fairchild

She slips off softly in the early morning rain
 Upon a hillside for a place to hide her pain
 Breaking the cobwebs on the branches of the pine
 Asking forgiveness for me and my short time

 And did it rain, and did it rain
 And is there such a place called empty
 And did it rain, and did it rain
 And is there such a place called time
 Left on your mind

 I know the writer of the songs she sadly sings
 She rides a pony and her cape flies in the wind
 Checking the dewdrops on the branches of the corn
 She rides to keep her strange appoiontment with the dawn

 And did it rain, and did it rain
 And is there such a place called empty
 And dit it rain, and did it rain
 And is there such a place called time
 Left on your mind