Hey, hey, hey
Oo de lay dee
Oo do do do doo do do
It was back in forty seven
Oh, how the time does fly
When I sang that song about the rain
That tumbled down in July
Ever since I made that record
And it started spinning round
There's been nothing else but raging floods
Since the rain keeps tumbling down
There's poor old farmer Wilson
With hair old silver grey
He curse that song, as he rode along
The damage to survey
But the sun came out in August
And the grass again did grow
And for a while he wore a smile
As the westly winds did blow
When June came round next winter
He looked up at the sky
And the air went blue, as there came in view
Dark clouds in the sky
And the rain it started falling
And the rivers rising high
And the cattle dogs crawl in the barn
Till the ending of July
Then poor old farmer Wilson
Goes mad and tearing round
He sold his station for a song
And then moved into town
He buys a little cottage
With gardens all around
And for a while he wore a smile
Until July came round
And the rain it started falling
And the winter skies were grey
And they had to move again you see
For the town got washed away
So their heading back for the mountains
That rise in the great nor west
In those far off distant ranges
As high as he can get
Now today I gets a letter
And the lines were wrote in red
It's from old farmer Wilson
But I can't say what he said
Hey, hey, hey
Oo de lay dee
Oo do do do doo do de
