Falling (Live April 1972 At Sigma Sound Studios, WMMR Radio, Philadelphia, PA)

Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams
There stood a house and a man who painted nature scenes
He painted trees and fields and animals and streams
And he stayed, and he didn't hear the fallin' of the rain
Ah-ha, no, he didn't hear the falling of the rain
In the forest green lived a girl who put her hair in braids
And she sang as she walked all about the wooded glades
She was glad when the rain came falling on her face
And she sang 'cause she did not mind the fallin' of the rain
Mmm-hmm, she didn't mind the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah
Da, da, dum, dum, da, da, dun dun dun nor, dor
High upon a hill far away from all the dusty crowd
Is a boy with his eyes on the ground, his head is bowed
He is a fool and his mind is filled with hopeless dreams
And he waits, but he will not see the fallin' of the rain
Mmm-hmm, he will not see the falling of the rain
Will it always be the same as we recall?
Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall?
Ah, but I don't want to know and I don't want to see
Another rainy day without you lying next to me, ah
So now the boy becomes the man who sits and paints all day
But the girl with the braids in her hair has gone away
And it seems that time has brought things to an end
Nothing's changed, 'cause you can't stop the falling of the rain
Ah-ha, well, you can't stop the falling of the rain
Thank you
Thank you very much, uh