Written by Roberta Martin / Fanny Crosby. . Lord I hear of showers of blessings. Thou art scattering full and free. Showers the thirsty so refreshing.
Didn't it rain children. Talk about rain oh my Lord. Didn't it fall didn't it fall. Didn't it fall my Lord didn't it rain. Oh it rained forty days. And it rained forty nights.
[intro]. Yea, tell me what kind of man. Would do the things I do for you. What kind a man would do the things I do uh!,. What kind a man would give his life for you yea!,.
Well didn't it rain, rain, rain children. Rain on my Lord. . Didn't it (yes). Didn't it (you know it did). Didn't it. Oh oh my lord didn't it rain. . Well it rained forty days.