He prays for the harvest to bring a record yield   Five generations counting on his work out in these fields   The only life he knows is the soil that he tills   And if the drought don't take it all, he knows the banker will      He's waiting for a rain of angels   To turn these dusty acres back to a fertile plain   Reward him for his labor, put his life back in his hands   He's waiting for a rain of angels      Somewhere in the city in the hours before dawn   She huddles in a doorway to dream her hunger gone   Forgotten by the cold world, frightened by her own   She sips a little whiskey to forget she is alone      She's waiting for a rain of angels   To lift her from the shadows to give her back her name   Turn back all the pages, give her shelter from the storm   She's waiting for a rain of angels      And all the places where the battle lines are drawn   When the bullets fly it doesn't matter what side you're standing on   Give the farmer back his land, pull the helpless from the street   Now take the guns out of our hands and we will be within the angel's reach      Call down through the ages   Wash away the pain, only love will remain   We're all waiting for   Still waiting for a rain of angels      Waiting for a rain of angels   Waiting for a rain of angels   We're waiting for a rain of angels