The Wind and the Rain
When I was just a young man I met a B.C. girl; She'd warn me on my visits, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain. But I did not believe her, It never rained on me. Until I asked her hand - A riverside picnic that never was to be, for the rain it raineth every day. When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain: A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. Now I am a father and much a B.C. man; I'd warn them when they played with hey, ho, the wind and the rain. But children will be children, and nothing keeps them in, and thus we built mud castles, for the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain: 'Gainst Knaves and Thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. Sine then I've entered ministry and seen s...