Verse 1 I saw a candle in the window, I saw a child against the door, I heard a mother call a name that would not answer anymore. I saw the mountains wearing ashes, I saw the valleys hide their pain, and every road was shining black with thirty-six years of rain. Pre-Chorus But love is not defeated, and truth still has a flame, from the silence of the highlands we are calling out the names. Chorus Rain, rain on Guatemala, rain on the sorrow and the shame, rain, rain on Guatemala, but you cannot wash away her name. Oh, rise up, rise up, let the broken bells ring, thirty-six years of rain, but the people still sing. Verse 2 They built a wall around the story, they turned their faces from the poor, but the earth kept every secret under every broken door. In the churches, in the cornfields, in the dust beneath the sun, there’s a question for the powerful: what have you done? Pre-Chorus 2 I hear fathers in the distance, I hear daughters in the square, I hear history like thunder turning silence into prayer. Chorus Rain, rain on Guatemala, rain on the sorrow and the shame, rain, rain on Guatemala, but you cannot wash away her name. Oh, rise up, rise up, let the broken bells ring, thirty-six years of rain, but the people still sing. Bridge No more night without a morning, no more graves without a name, no more children born to silence, no more power without shame. If the truth is resurrection, if remembrance is a flame, then the dead are not forgotten, they are marching in the rain. Final Chorus Rain, rain on Guatemala, rain on the sorrow and the shame, rain, rain on Guatemala, but you cannot wash away her name. Oh, rise up, rise up, let the broken bells ring, thirty-six years of rain, but the people still sing. Outro Let it rain, let it rain, let it fall on every lie. Let it rain, let it rain, till the truth lights up the sky. Let it rain, let it rain, over every buried name. Guatemala is still rising through thirty-six years of rain.
