it's raining from Sweeping Beauties by John King Cave

my geese’s flown, the horse ran out the stable. the dogs are out, and the hunting’s just begun. i’m on one knee, pleading with the angels, and i’m looking out beyond her sinking sun.

and it’s raining, and i’ve been praying, and i am waking up. ooh, you know i’ve been waking.

though you’ve found yourself in loving arms that shiver when you speak, and that quiet night has spread across the earth, the pretty girls do twirls and leave their flowers at your feet, you know somehow it’s gonna hurt.

and it’s raining, and i’m praying, and i’m waking up. ooh, you know i’m waking.

oh, i’m waking up.

• Folk
• Albuquerque