Foy Vance – Make It Rain

When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul, and the pain of my mother will not let me go
Well I know they can’t fire from the sky to refine the purest of canes
Even though I know this fire brings me pain, even so lord just the same
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain

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