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 just the same
Make it rain
Make it rain down low
Just 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
Make it rain
Make it rain
Dear Lord make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Oh Lord Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain