[Lyrics: Grzegorz Turnau - polish signer, poet and pianist] [instrumental intro] [verse 1] Up north the frost bites, Big dipper falls from heights, Covers roads, fields, and trees in white. Thoughts freeze into ice, Good dreams pay hunger’s price, But at least there’s a chill in the night. Down south the sun blazes, Burns the clouds into hazes, Turns the land into sand, oh my. It’s so hot, (God knows!), But maybe love will grow, In that heat, we could give it a try. [chorus] In Seattle on Howe Road, rain falls down, When the burden of being’s too heavy, too profound. In the kitchen, in the hall, rain’s around. Stuck to the wall, rolling wet carpets bound, Not from rain, but from tears that abound. [verse 2] Out west the night falls, Pull the covers, heed its calls, Sleep comes easy, the slate is clean. Fold your hands, make them still, Won’t wake up, but you’ll chill, At least once, sleep like a dream. If you wander eastward, Craving life’s flavors heard, Won’t last long, but life’s real, serene. In the east, life flows plain, Sunrise starts the day’s reign. [chorus] In Seattle on Howe Road, rain falls down. Tired and sleepy, kitchen leaks, no sound. Radiator sweats like a mouse, so profound. Puddles flow down the line, Not from rain, but tears of mine. [chorus] In Seattle on Howe Road, rain falls down. When the puzzle of being makes me frown. In the kitchen, in the hall, rain’s around. Stuck to the wall, rolling wet carpets bound, Not from rain, but from tears that abound. [outro]**repeat, fade down** In Seattle on Howe Road, rain falls down. In Seattle on Howe Road, Rain falls down (Rain falls down) Rain falls down (Rain falls down)
