Foy Vance - Make it rain

^Dm When the sins of my ^Amfather ^E Weigh down in my ^Amsoul ^Dm And the pain of my^Am mother ^E Will not let me^Am go ^Dm Well I know there can come ^Amfire from the sky To ^Erefine the purest of^Am kings ^Dm And even though I know this ^Amfire brings me pain ^E Even so, And just^Am the same

Make it ^Dmrain Make it ^Amrain Make it ^Erain Make it rain^Am Make it ^Dmrain Make it ^Amrain Make it ^Erain Make it ^Amrain

^Dm And the seed needs ^Amthe water ^E Before it grows out of the^Am ground ^Dm But it just keeps on getting ^Amhotter ^E And the hunger more^Am profound ^Dm Well I know there can come ^Amtears from the eyes ^E But they may as well all be in vai^Amn ^Dm Even though I know these ^Amtears bring me pain Eve^En so, And Lord, just^Am the same

Oh, Make it ^Dmrain Make it ^Amrain Make it ^Erain Make it ^Amrain Make it ^Dmrain Make it ^Amrain Make it ^Erain Make it ^Amrain

^Dm And the seas are full of ^Amwater ^E That stop by the^Am shore ^Dm Just like the riches^Am of grandeur ^E That never reac^Amh the poor ^Dm So let the clouds fill with ^Amthunderous applause And let ^Elightning be^Am the veins ^Dm And fill the sky with ^Amall that they can drop When ^Eit's time to make a chang^Ame

Make it ^Dmrain Make it ^Amrain Make it ^Erain Make it ^Amrain

^DmMake it rain Make it ^Amrain Make it rain^E Oh, Make it ^Amrain

Make it ^Dmrain Make it ^Amrain down lord Make it ^Erain Make it ^Amrain

Make it ^Dmrain Make it ^Amrain down Make it ^Erain Make it ^Amrain