Would the rain, the frozen rain

Be as cold upon your forehead

As the tears that plough your beaten face again

Would the rain



Could your hands, your grubby hands

Pull your coat around your shoulder

Steel yourself against the weather of the day

Could your hands



Here i stand

Just the same



Jesus do these hands still feel the rain



Here we go, winter long

Like sun bleeds down the valley

Or a black and oily river moves so slow

Here we go



Here i stand

Just the same



Jesus do these hands still feel the rain



Here i stand

Just the same



Jesus do your hands still feel the rain