| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |