(Michael Dulaney/Jannie Littlepage)



He prays for the harvest

To bring a record yield

Five generations counting

On his work out in these fields

The only life he knows

Is the soil that he tills

And if the drought don't take it all

He knows the banker will



He's waiting for a rain of angels

To turn these dusty acres

Back to a fertle plain

Reward him for his labor

Put his life back in his hands

He's waiting for a rain of angels



Somewhere in the city

In the hours before dawn

She huddles in a doorway

To dream her hunger gone

Forgotten by the cold world

Frightened by her own

She sips a little whiskey

To forget she is alone



She's waiting for a rain of angels

To lift her from the shadows

To give her back her name

Turn back all the pages

Give her shelter from the storm

She's waiting for a rain of angels



And all the places where the battle lines are drawn

When the bullets fly

It doesn't matter what side you're standing on

Give the farmer back his land

Pull the helpless from the street

Take the guns out of our hands

And we will be within the angel's reach



Call down through the ages

Wash away the pain

Only love will remain

We're all waiting for

Still waiting for a rain of angels



Waiting for a rain of angels

Waiting for a rain of angels

Waiting for a rain of angels