Make It Rain - (Foy Vance); Cover by Daria Bahrin

When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go Well, I know there can come fire from the sky To refine the purest of kings Even though I know this fire brings me pain Even so And, Lord, just the same Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain And the seed needs the water Before it grows out of the ground But it just keeps on getting hotter And the hunger more profound Well, I know there can come tears from their eyes But they may as well be in vain Even though I know these tears will bring me pain Even so And, Lord, just the same Oh, make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain The seas fill with water Stops by the shore Just like the riches of grandeur Never reach the port Let the clouds fill with thunderous applause Oh, let lightning be the veins Fill the sky With all that they can drop When it’s time To make a change Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Oh, make it rain Make it rain Make it rain down, Lord Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Make it rain down Make it rain Make it rain