Oh the the rain it comes
and oh the rain it goes
i know my pretty flowers, they will grow

sometimes the winds are scary and sometimes the storms are long
but i've seen my baby flowers grow up strong

i fear the things could kill, i fear the things could hurt,
but i've seen these noble flowers grow up out the dirt

sometimes the days are frigh'tning with their thunder and their lightning
i find these flowers so delighting

so grow up baby flowers one and all
keep reaching for the sun and grow up short or tall
flowers are all different
and i'm so glad that it's true
so grow up baby flowers all of you

Oh the the rain it comes
and oh the rain it goes
i know my pretty flowers, they will grow

© me