Well, the sky is ashy white

And the fields are burning bright

When all we love, fades out of sight

Pray for rain

The lake is going down

Lord, to make a greener ground

For all the folks who live in town

Pray for rain

Pray, Lord, pray for rain

Pray, pray for rain

Well, the creek is going dry

And the towers are built so high

There the devil sits on high

Pray for rain

The lake is going down

To make a greener ground

For the folks who live in town

Pray for rain

Pray, Lord, pray for rain

Pray, pray for rain