[Verse 1]
An old preacher holds on to a Bible
A small child sings "The Water's Wide"
I stand like stone all alone outside their circle
A faithless man, a fast left hand, and a hole inside

[Verse 2]
Her golden hair shined like sunlight on Sunday morning
A band of gold was never put on her left hand
They tell me that a band of angels
Is waiting to receive her in a distant land

[Chorus]
It’s a cold dark rain that keeps on fallin'
On the just as well as the unjust
Yet the sun, you see, it also rises
If it don't, blame it on a lack of trust

[Verse 3]
Now the preacher tells me of a promise
Of a heaven, an everlasting love
But his words to me now are of little comfort
As I see her lying there, just the sky above

[Chorus]
It’s a cold dark rain that keeps on fallin'
On the just as well as the unjust
Yet the sun, you see, it also rises
If it don't, blame it on a lack of trust
If it don't, blame it on a lack of trust