Raincountry Lullaby

Clouds came rolling over Miller’s Hill,

The old barn doors were standing still.

I left the city

and its truth,

To hear the rain on the tin roof.

And every drop came falling down,

Like an old familiar sound.

I closed my eyes and finally knew,

This quiet place was pulling me through.

Let it fall, let it sing,

Let it wash these years away.

Let the creek

rise slow

Beside the fields of hay.

There is no sound

that heals my heart so true,

Like the rain, sweet rain,

On the tin roof.

Mama’s kettle hummed beside the stove,

Daddy’s old boots by the doorway showed.

I found my name in the quiet of this place,

In every raindrop touching my face.

Maybe home was never gone,

Maybe I just wandered on.

Through every road

and every year, The sound of rain

brought me back here.

Let it fall, let it sing,

Let it wash these years away.

Let the creek rise slow Beside the fields of hay.

There is no sound that heals my heart so true,

Like the rain, sweet rain,

On the tin roof.

Rain keeps falling soft and slow,

Moonlight shining on the road.

I don't need to run anymore,

I'm home beneath the tin roof.