These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me
They hide on the horizon too far gone to see
I could have swore the heart you wore upon your sleeve was mine
I could not see in front of me you were leaving I was blindBlinding sheets of rain that's what I'm blaming
I must have been blind not to see that you would leave
Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place
And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rainI love you, lost it's meaning to shipwrecked fools like me
The rain is never ending there's no ships out to see
We have not seen a good night since these thunderstorms rolled in
I pray God please send them back and make me blind againBlinding sheets of rain that's what I'm blaming
I must have been blind not to see that you would leave
Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place
And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain
And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain
And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain
Songwriters
Philip Wayne Peeples;Stewart Ransom Miller;Murry Hammond;Kendall Dewayne BetheaPublished by
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