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Days of Providence
Written by Lew Jones (C)1996 ASCAP

Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain
Down upon old Portland days
My friends came and went
We frolicked and we played in my young grand
view of this life
Could have seen a better way
Mr. Gentry Captain Death
How are you doing today?
You take it all and crumble it
That's all you do,thats all you do
I'll meet mine in good time
When colors splatter blue
On the landscape of time
I painted it for you, I painted it for you
My love, my love
Tell me a fortune quick
Raise it up a potion trick
Of my youthful and boastful past
When I was truly rich
She might have been the one
The Irish girl from Rhode Island
Flushed and bright with sabbath smile
She's wild as falling rain
Leaving as she came
For now we enter through to leave
Our dreams design
If not for you my Pamela
This season I would have simply drowned
The rain rain rain kept coming down
But oh what a feeling as I lay upon my bed
Looking up at the ceiling
Thinking about what you said
Not long ago I lost myself
Will my sad bruised eyes turn to stone
and shell?
Mountain rivers cried for me
ForI could not cry for myself
For myself
Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain
coming down coming down again
Whisper water never going flat whisper water
Never going back
SPOKEN-Summer's ghost appeared to me
An eery joker twice deceived
For I revealed nothing
I had nothing left to hide
I salute the days of Providence tonight