The Wrath of the Rain Songtext
von Horslips

Ragged and rough in those sepia pages
Tear streaked and fearful alone
They were caught in the flash of the curious camera
And number a name do you know where they′ve gone
They came with the faces of innocents
And they left with the bodies of men
They were out on the run
they were fleeing the wrath of the rain


Deadbeat with drifting they scrambled ashore
And they ran from the spell of the sea
And they looked to the past and drank to the future
And knew in their hearts it was never to be
Now some of them came from the stony lands
And some from the paths of the plain
But every man was fleeing the wrath of the rain

Where have they gone to those faded faces
Those fierce moustachioed men
The women and boys and their tattered belongings
What has become of the loss and the pain
I see them today on the streets of the city
We nod to each other again
And I stand in their doorways to shelter
Awhile from the rain
Cause we're out on the run
We were all fleeing the wrath of the rain
Yes we are