The A.B.C.news said the rain is coming

            They don’t know when, but maybe one day soon

            Our farm is very lonely, without you by my side

            I need you here to help me see it through

            Fields were green, corn was high, the sheep were fat and white

           When you first came our creeks were running high

           A city girl who left the smog, to start a brand new life

           To be a small time farmer’s faithful wife

            I never promised good times in the bush would always be

           Nor clouds forever will be silver lined

          Our words before the preacher were,  “Until death do us part”

           Now it seems the drought’s dried up your love

          We had good crops, good times and some money

           Two children and a lot of laughs so why

           Have you walked out, is it too hard to handle?

           Is it the drought, or’s some one caught your eye?

           Has some rich city slicker come and swept you off your feet

         Don’t be deceived by his cool, sleazy ways

         Don’t sell your soul for flashy lights, they soon turn into tears

         Together we can share the coming years  

       The A.B.C. news said the rain is coming

       They don’t know when, but maybe one day soon

      Our farm is very lonely, without you by my side

      I need you here to help me see it through

 

 

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