Green are the streets 
The asphalt is glistening 
When the dust of the day 
Will be washed away 
The windows are closed 
And the rain is dripping 
From sill to sill 
And down to the ground 

When the May rain comes... 

Very young are the leaves 
Of the trees and the shrubs 
And tiny flowers grow! 
In the roadside ditch 
The laughter of a child 
Who's jumping into puddles 
Whilst the water trickles 
Right over her face 

When the May rain comes... 

And this is the morning of the year 
A rainy green smile 
After a long gloomy 
Pale winter night 
The shouting of the child 
Melts into rustling 
When the heavy rain 
Rushes 
From on the high 

When the May rain comes 
All of this shall be washed away 
When the May rain comes...