I don't know how my mother walked her trouble down
I don't know how my father stood his ground
I don't know how my people survive slavery
I do remember, that's why I believe

I don't know how the rivers overflow their banks
I don't know how the snow falls and covers the ground
I don't know how the hurricane sweeps through the land
Every now and then
Standing here, the rainstorm, I believe

Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me
Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me

I don't know how the angels woke me up this morning
I don't know how the blood still runs through my veins
I don't know how I rate to run another day
Standing here, the rainstorm I believe

Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me
Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me

My God, he called me in the morning dew
The power of the universe it knows my name
And it gave me this song to sing then sent me on my way
So I raise my voice for justice I believe

Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me
Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me

Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me
Heita malaita, heita heita ma hame
Heita malaita, heita heita me

Standing in the rainstorm I believe