Sunday Rain

(альбом: Ronnie Milsap - 1971)

She pulled her satin curtains to
And she told me she could look into my future, my future
She traced the outline of my hand
And told me that my love had never ended, just suspended

She said rain keeps falling, the wind sighs Mary
The rain keeps on falling, falling, falling
Oh, on a Sunday, on a Sunday

I left the house of Madam X
And told myself I'd make my next stop Boston
Massachusetts
And then as if by a miracle
I felt the rain and heard the name of Mary
And it scared me

Cause the rain was falling when I found Mary
The rain kept on falling, falling, falling
Oh, on a Sunday, on a Sunday

The fortuneteller, she told me
I would find her in the Sunday rain
Now here I am, I can't believe it
Rain is falling down on me
But I don't care because my baby's here
And I'm walking in the Sunday rain
Living in the Sunday rain