Rain rain on my face

It hasn't stopped
Raining for days
My world is a flood
Slowly I become
One with the mud
But if I can't swim after 40 days
And my mind is crushed
By the crashing waves
Lift me up so high
That I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up when I'm falling
Lift me up I'm weak and I'm dying
Lift me up I need you to hold me
Lift me up and keep me from drowning again

Down pour on my soul

Splashing in the ocean
I'm losing control
Dark sky all around
Can't feel my feet
Touching the ground
But if I can't swim after 40 days
And my mind is crushed
By the crashing waves
Lift me up so high
That I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up when I'm falling
Lift me up I'm weak and I'm dying
Lift me up I need you to hold me
Lift me up and keep me from drowning again
Calm the storms that drench my eyes
And dry the streams still flowing
Casting down all waves of sin
And guilt that overthrow me
But if I can't swim after 40 days
And my mind is crushed
By the crashing waves
Lift me up so high
That I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up when I'm falling
Lift me up I'm weak and I'm dying
Lift me up I need you to hold me
Lift me up and keep me from drowning again
Lift
Lift
Lift
Lift

me
me
me
me

up,
up,
up,
up,

when I'm falling

I'm weak and I'm dying
I need you to hold me
and keep me from drowning again

Songwriters
MASON, STEPHEN DANIEL / LOWELL, CHARLIE / HASELTINE, DAN / ODMARK,
MATT

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The Floods
"My Son's Wife"
A Diversity of Creatures

THE RAIN it rains without a stay

In the hills above us, in the hills;
And presently the floods break way
Whose strength is in the hills.
The trees they suck from every cloud,
The valley brooks they roar aloud
Bank-high for the lowlands, lowlands,
Lowlands under the hills!
The first wood down is sere and small,
From the hillsthe brishings off the hills;
And then come by the bats and all
We cut last year in the hills;
And then the roots we tried to cleave
But found too tough and had to leave
Polting through the lowlands, lowlands,
Lowlands under the hills!
The eye shall look, the ear shall hark
To the hills, the doings in the hills,
And rivers mating in the dark
With tokens from the hills.
Now what is weak will surely go,
And what is strong must prove it so
Stand fast in the lowlands, lowlands,
Lowlands under the hills!
The floods they shall not be afraid
Nor the hills above em, nor the hills

Of any fence which man has made

Betwixt him and the hills.
The waters shall not reckon twice
For any work of mans device,
But bid it down to the lowlands, lowlands,
Lowlands under the hills!
The floods shall sweep corruption clean
By the hills, the blessing of the hills
That more the meadows may be green
New-mended from the hills.
The crops and cattle shall increase,
Nor little children shall not cease.
Goplough the lowlands, lowlands,
Lowlands under the hills!