I was raised the northern way   and my father had a northern name,   I did my crying out in the pouring rain.   And a season turned into another one,   I found a heart bright like the morning sun.   He touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips.      But I kept the rain   falling down on me   all the time, all the time.   I kept the rain   falling down on me   all the time, all the time.      And some things in life won't ever change,   there's a smell of a rusty chain   and of love disappearing like an aeroplane.   I've kept the rain   falling down on me   all the time, all the time.   I've kept the rain   falling down on me   all the time, all the time, all of the time.