I feel it in my bones, clouds are locking arms turning black
I can smell it on the horizon, that blessed life-giving spark

Chorus:
It gotta rain, it gotta rain
It gotta pour, it gotta pour, it gotta pour all over me

For farmers standing hopeless like scarecrows guarding dead seeds
The heavens need to share the bondage while this drought bleeds
I hear the thunder in the distance, I see the lighting penetrating the air
I feel the wind is giving chance escorting a gentle rain of care

It gotta rain, it gotta rain, it gotta rain, it gotta rain
It gotta pour, it gotta pour, it gotta pour all over me
It gotta pour, it gotta pour, it gotta pour all over me