Rusing In The Rain

The old gate is rusting in the rain. Children, comin' home from

school, no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek

That just around the bend becomes a pool.

Chorus:

And we've all grown older. Come see where we have been out here

rusting in the rain.

The old house is creaking in the rain. Lovers, comin' down the

hill, no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree

They took away for lumber to the mill.

(Chorus, twice)

The old world is dying in the rain. The summer coming, every

year, no longer stops to wonder as it goes along its way

Did anybody ever leave here?

(Chorus, twice)