(C. Stepney - R. Rudolph) 

 

Sitting all alone I hear the tapping of the rain 

Dance ballerina dance 

Talking with the rain in some small city I feel the pain, 

she's dancing all alone 

Thinking how we'd wait together 

sitting by the fire in weather just like this 

Playing lovers' games; hoping the rain would never end 

And I thought about the night we met 

How the gentle rain fell down,  kissed the ground 

Then I knew no one ever could take your place 



Nothing seems the same but the falling rain 

You've gone away 

Walking by the sea; sitting beneath a tree; 

You are not here..