 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
THE BLESSED RAIN.
My love took shelter under the treeFrom rain, the summer rain,
And I, by love made bold and free,
Took shelter with her in the lee
Of the wide, high-spreading chestnut-tree,
And bless'd the rain, the rain.
Quoth I, “Dost think the storm will pass?”
Quoth she, “I'm but a silly lass.”
Quoth I, “True love hath rainbow-light.”
Quoth she, “Most beautiful and bright.”
Quoth I, “My love is hard to tell.”
Quoth she, “Come close, I'll listen well!”
Oh, rain! oh, rain!
Oh, blessed rain!
No sunshine ever shall come again,
So dear to me as that stormy rain!
| The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | |