When I was young I read words on a page
I didn't understand - I hadn't come of age
But when I was older I heard the refrain
I wear the grey robe of the rain
I call to the sun in the sky
Dry the silver tear in my eye
I feel the dig of that chain
I wear the grey robe of the rain
I saw a lady - She walked through the town
She had dazzling jewels and a rich velvet gown
But I looked in her eyes - There was no need to explain
She said, "Yes, I wear the grey robe of the rain"
Once in my travels I came upon a child
With the pallor of one who has never run wild
Thin face lifted to the light all alone
Like a flower that grows through the cracks of a stone
I've squandered and scattered and wasted my days
Everything of value I have gambled away
Now I'm hollow and haunted and I can just bear the strain
I wear the grey robe of the rain
Time's whip left a welt - Life's grip left a bruise
No doctor can heal and still I refuse
To wither, to bend, to succumb to the pain
Someday I'll throw off the grey robe of the rain