Sad memories the gatherig rain brings
I loved her but I'll never see her again
Clouds raise their heads in the morning
the way I once walked on by her
But now she's gone and I'll never raise my face again

White horses dragged my lover from me
the [bad word] in and drowned my sorrow with the rain

My friends try to lift me
they understand how I'm feeling
but the [bad word] holds me down
she came and went with the rain

White horses dragged my lover from me
The [bad word] in and drowned my sorrow...
with the rain

Now always the [bad word] ..
 [bad word] down my windows
All that's left is her picture
but someday it to will
wash away...
wash away...
I watched her walk away,
with the rain