American Old Time Song Lyrics: 15 Patter Of The Rain

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 15

PATTER OF THE RAIN.

When the humid showers gather
Over all the starry spheres,
And the melancholy darkness
Gently weeps in rainy tears,
'Tis a joy to press the pillow
Of a cottage-chamber bed,
And to listen to the patter
Of the soft rain over head.
La la la la la la la la la la la la, &c.

Every tinkle on the shingles
Has an echo in the heart,
And a thousand dreamy fancies
Into busy being start;
And a thousand recollections
Weave their bright hues into woof,
As I listen to the patter
Of the soft rain on the roof.
La la la la la la la la la la la la, &c.

There is naught in art's bravuras
That can work with such a spell,
In the spirit's pure deep fountains,
Whence the holy passions swell,
As that melody of nature,
That subdued, subdning strain,
Which is played upon the shingles
By the patter of the rain.
La la la la la la la la la la la la, &c.