In a country churchyard 
I came across a man 
He smiled and slowly beckoned me 
With a trembling hand
Did you come to gamble
Or did you come to pray
What’s the meaning of your business here 
On a stormy day

The raindrops spattered on the tomb 
From grey and leaden Skies
Deny me once, deny me twice
But don’t look in my eyes!

There is rain on the graves
There is rain on the graves
There is rain on the graves
It’s just rain, rain, rain
There is rain on the graves
But you came to be saved
There is rain on the graves
Let it wash your soul of dying

Faithless, he denied the truth 
That he had come to steal
To kneel before the poet
Not the altar or the priest 
He’s washed himself in misery
Before he came to pray
He’d hoped in his false penitence
Some sympathy he’d sway

There is rain on the graves
There is rain on the graves
There is rain on the graves
It’s just rain, rain, rain
There is rain on the graves
But you came to be saved
There is rain on the graves
It’s just rain, rain, rain

I am the God of sinners
You are what I have made
You’re talking to your likeness
And my shadow is your shade 
Stand up and face the mirror
It’s the image that you crave 
But I’ll be here when you’re long gone
I’ll see you in that grave 
Ha, ha, ha

There is rain on the graves
There is rain on the graves
There is rain on the graves
It’s just rain, rain, rain
There is rain on the graves
Rain on the graves
There is rain on the graves