A little bird sings out in the rain,
Fully, deeply, it has much to say,

The sky is crying,
Neither with joy nor sorrow,
And the bird keeps singing
A song of tomorrow

A bird is singing,
It has lots to say,
Of joy and contentment,
Of fear and of pain,

The sky might dry up soon,
Wash it all away,
But the bird is still singing
Even out in the Rain.

A bird sings out, it has much to say,
But it cannot be heard over the rain